Friday 18 February 2011

Ashes

Deep down 
inside 
a little hole, 
where feelings and such 
are kept a secret, 
I think of you and 
how you make me 
feel 
warm in 
those places 
I never thought possible.
Somehow in it all, 
I only care 
to be 
where you are
every day, 
till we are nothing but 
ashes for children 
to 
play with.

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