Wildfire

My way of saying goodbye

You're like a wildfire.
I can't see through your smoke,
And know not which way you turn.
In one moment you favor the sky,
Climbing the trees to reach her,
And in another you crawl at the ground and burn my feet.
Your flames grow twelve stories high,
And turn my skin the loveliest shades of red.
You pull out the me that lies just below the surface.
The heat rubs at my ams and pulls me in,
Daring me to dance with my devils.
I know there is nothing you can promise me but burns,
But I cannot take my eyes off of you.
You make me a pyromaniac,
You beautiful, beautiful beast.
Will you never be tamed?
Because if you must,
Please, not in my lifetime. I never wish to see that.
You leave in your wake ashes upon ashes,
And I know that one day,
Your charcoal will be used for a masterpiece.
What seems to be destruction now,
Is in reality the purest kind of fury.
I let your flames tattoo my skin with scars,
Because I understand,
This won't last forever.

Reviews

[khalid]

very nicely penned. it sounded to be written on a dragon..i think many times others see things in a person as bad habits while they maybe really not. only very close people to those can know that fact..and what may look bad to some, may look good from some others, that is what is meant by people's individual differences

[Nicole]

Thank you, that's almost exactly what I was going for! I'm glad you were able to catch it ^,^

[khalid]

my pleasure..im happy i got what you meant..

[Frieda P]

Sometimes the people that bring out the best in us, bring out the worst in us too, poignant read....

I let your flames tattoo my skin with scars,
Because I understand,
This won't last forever.

Well said...

[Nicole]

Thank you very much. It was actually written to be a goodbye letter, so that's where the more depressive tones came from.