flames.

Unceasing fires,

Molten lava burning through fatigued hearts.

Hearts that have grown tired of breaking

And being sown back together,

Each time

With multicolored threads

Unceasing fires,

Molten lava burning through fatigued bodies

Bodies tired of waking up next to different souls

Souls who hold them ever so tenderly at night

Only to walk out the door the next morning

Without even waiting for the sun rays,

to steal their way through the purple curtains.

Unceasing fires,

Molten lava burning through fatigued lips.

Lips tired of being the gateway to words uttered

After one too many glasses of vino,

After one too many heartbreaks

Words that burn the lips

Fighting to be let loose.

Unceasing fires

Molten lava burning through fatigued spirits,

Spirits that carry so much baggage.

Baggage that cant be thrown out the window ‘

Of a moving car.

Baggage that defines the spirit

Yet somehow is the deadweight being.

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