No More A Girl

Covered you are black from the soot a world has turned on you see I no more the little girl. Hide you do afraid in your calculated cloak. Fit it you do not I see you at an end of hope. Give not this world a cliche it needs a truth to exude to protrude…

For The Flames

Setting ablaze a mind, you transfix in grace, a gaze from my eyes, the look upon my face. Burn it all to ground ashes will but remain. You were made for it, tamed only by a flame. This life is ever fleeting so you reach for to feel that which demands an emotion that is…