Firestorm

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Firestorm


You design triangles with my hands

Throw fire on my sand

than ask me if I understand


You never tried to reach me

Your fingertips were never there

You screamed at my insanity

and I pulled out each hair


If you like the way I dance then just tell me

Don't scream at my insanity

And then set me free


To love pillow fights in the darkness

To spin and laugh at life

To die with every kiss

Is like thrusting upon a knife


I would die in this Hell beside you

To know I'd love you through

Because that's what I do


I do miss the old us sometimes

To be young and hopeless

Before all the old crimes

were a lover's kiss


To reach out to you is what I need

My eyes bleed

For a body that is dying in need


I can't scream at you anymore

It blends into the background

Of every slamming door

And how a dying heart sounds


To fight is like a dying breath

That bleeds into what's next

Until there's nothing left


But my love for you overcomes it all

The purest of fine lace

Make it to the next curtain call

Just to rest upon your soft face


I love to love you past the pain

What is hurt without gain

Because I want to be with you in this rain


To set fire to this storm

To make it past them gates with you

Your my love's truest form

A dying that's true


A.D. Small

March 16, 2017

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