Just one kiss,
And you’ll be hooked to her fire.
Its an experience that can’t compare,
Too any drug you may think gets you higher.
She is art,
She may be ripped at every edge,
But shes a masterpiece.
She has no idea the chaos she causes,
But it always turns out to be the most beautiful chaos one will ever see.
Just one spark and she can bring anyone back to life.
Just wait and see….
When she takes flight there’s no one there to stop her.
Her ashes are burning,
Her ashes are smoking.
There’s no where for her to hide.
In this fire that burns inside her it ignites a starless night sky.
Even though shes on her own,
She knows shes never on her own.
There’s two bodies in the sky,
That look down and produce her light,
That she calls her own.
So here’s a poem from her heart,
There is no such thing as home sweet home,
For she knows that her trauma is how she has grown.
She questions why her reflection looks like a complicated objection.
Her heart needs to be free,
With the need to know,
The reason why;
She was held under a fist, knife, and body.
She once used to run and hide until her memories faded away.
But she realized that she needn’t waste her genius mind.
As a writer,
Shes an automatic fighter.
She told them all to stick it.
Shes burned since she was born,
She only cries a little bit before she dries her eyes,
Because this woman on fire isn’t a little girl anymore.