Flash

Random other venting poem

I held your hand,

You held mine;

The coal was burning at our feet.

But neither one of us could run away;

We pretended everything was okay.

A quick flash of flames caused our hands to part,

And now we're on our own,

Burning,

And afraid to meet again.

Author's Note

I write poems, some lines rhyme, they aren't necessarily meant to. Once again, I spent about two seconds on this with no corrections, so it probably sucks.

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

This spark of love's curiousity is what this speaks of to me. Something new and scary that flashed upon the eyes and mind causing a reaction of fear. That fear is unknown and not understood by all so the two keep seperated. Yet in their hearts they yearn to meet once again.

Much enjoyed!

Wolfie