Lesson LearnedA Poem by AmeliaGerhardt
I stare at the beauty of an open fire
and you tell me not to touch it Because you've been burned by the flames before, but I haven't You can tell me 110 times not to touch the fire. You can even show me the scars from the burns you've received. But until I feel the burn on my own skin, until I am tortured by the heat and my own skin is scarred, I will never stop wondering what its like to be kissed by the flames
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Added on January 6, 2018 Last Updated on January 6, 2018 AuthorAmeliaGerhardtMOAboutAmateur poet, started writing to help control the chaos living inside of me that some people call anxiety. 🙃 Besides writing, I am a full-time college student majoring in Forensic Science on t.. more..Writing
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