sitting by the hearth
wearing soot dusted clothes that
beg to be washed clean
stirring gloomy embers with an
iron poker of obsession
hoping to relight passion in
dark dead coals
memories of bright flames
sear my brain
forgetting how fast they
consumed reason
turned ardor to
conflagration
leaving blisters on my
soul
fire that burned
more than warmed
then died
leaving me even more
alone in the
chilled solitary night
can I take my
cinderella self and
search the garden for my
fairy godmother
armed with wand and
pumpkins
not to find a prince
but to take
just one ride in the
golden carriage of
my life
Brilliance! Love this!♡♡
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Thank you so much!
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You are very welcome your writing is lovely! ♡♡
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Cleverly done!
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