When the flames burn

A poem for the caring people, who help their friends.

When the flames burn beside you, in a hellhole you know is very deep;

I'll bring myself, your family, and your friends to watch...

 

When the flames burn start to burn your clothes, after jumping in;

I'll jump in right after,then your family, and friends to help...

 

When the flames burn my own skin, and you're still trying to fade away;

I'll still get a firm grip of your hand...

 

That's when the flames die down, and we climb up;

Even though we're wounded, beaten and burnt...

 

You'll always be rescued, even if it wasn't your wish;

because each fall for you, just means another test of friendship for me...

 

And each time, I'll pass it, so we both live our lives as we promised.

 

 

Author's Note

rushed, ignore the grammer mistakes, for a friend,best friend, lover, anything you want me to call him. Enjoy.

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

Caring people should take notice of this write
with adoration and a knowing smile...Nice rush
job .....

[.quan.011.]

For a rushed work, this is pretty good.

[Angel Veselinov]

Really nice and positive poem :) I envy your loved ones :) Thanks for sharing