FireA Poem by Gennarocks
I am the calling sun, I am the smallest spark.
This spark could start an explosion. Flames so powerful they will grow. It will burn the past from my head. It will make the memories turn to ash. This is called fire a burning desire but how long will this desire stay before it starts to hurt. The memories are gone, but the burn from the flames make scars and they stay there forever. Flames from the fir are powerful, so let me tell you this. You can try to get rid of memories, but prepare to feel the burn prepare for those scars. Scars stay, and those scars Be prepared
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Added on January 14, 2016 Last Updated on January 14, 2016 AuthorGennarocksPendleton, INAboutHi my name is Genna it sounds like Jenna. I love writing I have been writing since I was young. I am 16 and love to be creative. My birthday is on the first day of winter. I have finall got adopted a.. more..Writing
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