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Monday, June 5, 2017

(Fire) Burn(s)

The lack of you leaves me dry
I wither, I crumble, I crack
My ashes scatter to the sky
But no matter how hard they fly
Your magnetic pull brings me back

It may be time for a new tack
Offer the honey instead of the lime
It may not cure my lack
But it will help bide the time

Return at the end of the day
When sun still lights in your eyes
But if you must stay away
Try for the break of the day
When the next little part of me dies

But if you tell only lies
If you have no intent to return
Tell me no bittersweet goodbyes
Leave me alone, To Burn