"Still"
By Arcassin Burnham
I'm sorry,
I'm trying,
To make it right,
And all your tears can put out fires,
Lets spark a light,
Ive got nothing to run back to,
So isolated,
Choose to hate, or can you choose,
Lost in translation,
Why do you take things to heart in this life,
Why do you take things so personal,
I watched your heart melt in my hands,
Now personalities getting very comical,
And still,
And still,
You take things so personal,
And still,
And still,
You use to be sensual.
Love this poem.
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