I won’t assume it’s his loss,
just say it’s a shame,
passion once wild,
burned with orange
red flame,
now embers inside me,
dying painfully,
slowly,
no fuel to revive.
Emily©
The Melancholy Spitfire
my voice through poetry
my voice through poetry
I won’t assume it’s his loss,
just say it’s a shame,
passion once wild,
burned with orange
red flame,
now embers inside me,
dying painfully,
slowly,
no fuel to revive.
Emily©
