Fire

Fire

A 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 show  many things 
Be prepared

© 2016 Gennarocks


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Added on January 14, 2016
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Gennarocks
Gennarocks

Pendleton, IN



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