I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope you enjoy.
Read to the rhythym you would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat by his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the next time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope you enjoy.
Read to the rhythym you would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat by his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the next time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
You hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,
You twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
You think you can hurt me,
Just because you gave me money,
You think you can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made you fell.
I wish you have never given birth to me,
I wish I can expose what you are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate you to the heart's core,
I want you to hear my vengeful call.
I respect you because I must,
Yet you blame me for not giving you my trust.
How can I love, or trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to you by blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever you will grieve
Both externally,
And internally,
You twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
You think you can hurt me,
Just because you gave me money,
You think you can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made you fell.
I wish you have never given birth to me,
I wish I can expose what you are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate you to the heart's core,
I want you to hear my vengeful call.
I respect you because I must,
Yet you blame me for not giving you my trust.
How can I love, or trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to you by blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever you will grieve