FireA Poem by Regan Meade
The fire within me burns with unbridled fury.
It is slowly moving through my veins no water can quench the feelings that are boiling within me. The word passion does nothing to describe what this feeling is. This aching desire urging to consume another within is pleasurably torturous depths. No the word passion does not bring justice to this building fire.
© 2011 Regan Meade |
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Added on July 15, 2011 Last Updated on July 15, 2011 Author
Regan MeadeBoise, IDAboutI am the girl that hides in the shadows working her magic from the background. I am the one many seek comfort from. I am the one who hides her pain and true feelings behind a mask of happiness. I am t.. more..Writing
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