May 30, 2013

Sparks

I have a hard time claiming my feelings. I convince myself they're meaningless, simply made up in the corners of my mind.
How horrible to make fire into flames and flames into sparks.
But I don't like being moved by someone else. I don't like them to be in control of my feelings.
My hands shake. my head spins. And I can't stop it.
So I smother the flames into merely sparks stored in the recesses of my mind.
My heart may attempt to carry me to you, but I'm good at running the other way.

2 comments:

  1. beautiful words. So glad I found your blog.

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    1. thank you! and thanks for stopping by.

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