Burn

by Hope   Feb 9, 2018


Burn:
burn for my syllic silence;
bring down every color of my horizon,
cause in the end?...what will mend?-
hate me and I'd burn for the freedom,
kill me and I'd be alive, I'd survive, so bring on the silence, As it's always been my burning horizon-in my sileance, bring it all down, break the fall, cause as it's the end, I died in my broken heart, ripped from the dark.

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  • 1 week ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I like the layout and use of rhyme throughout what is a very powerful write.

    Take care,

    Ben

    • 1 week ago

      by Hope

      Thank you