Falling Up Words

So easily malleable, so easy to mend. . .

So hot the fires of Hell, so great the bend. . .

I could draw my fate, I could live in this picture.

I speak truth, walking through a broken structure.

How do you feel? Could you watch me burn?

Could you hold me close? Could you watch me burn?

Crawl back and pull up, walk next to fate.

Lose yourself in the shadows, love these traits. 

If my words don't speak with you. . .

Then forget me, but know, I will never forget you. 

Author's Note

What do you think? Thoughts? Feelings?