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Tori

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since May 2013
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Fire

May 1, 2013
Pain The powerful heat is overwhelming. Painful Even the smallest spark of light Can quickly become a danger Destructive oranges and grays dance into my vision They seem to make sure to keep me from seeing you Powerful You once spoke to me about power Told me I was powerful That my power could change this world Light That’s how you described my eyes An ambitious spark, always shinning bright A flame that could never be scorched Dangerous You never saw it, but I always knew A danger swelling within A danger slowly seeping out into the world you said I could help Destructive I tried to warn you But you never believed My power is not as helpful as it seems I am destructive, like fire Seemingly harmless, but suddenly sparking into danger The unbreakable light in my eyes finally begins to fade Because even with all of my power I’m still too late to save you I lost you, and I am the only one to blame So now, all I feel is pain I watch the ashes fly freely into the sky. Wishing I could join them And escape this burning pain
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