Fire girl
burning paths of her own
she is everything you want to own
fire girl
burning with desire
she is the meaning of love on fire
fire girl
hot to the touch
no cool underneath
she has the temper
that is as hot as a thousand suns
she will burn you
if you hurt her
yet she will love you
if you dont
fire girl
what you see
is what you get
what you get is me
Show me a sunrise,
so I may no longer be blind to the morning colors.
Whisper to me a dream,
so that I may live no longer in my nightmares.
Sing to me of your souls stain,
so that I may see my own flaws.
And show me hopes horizon,
so I may sit no longer in silences safety.
Who do you think I am? by cruel-dreams, literature
Literature
Who do you think I am?
Look deep into my eyes,
tell me what you see.
Who do you think of,
when you think of me?
Am I the sweet one,
the loyal, faithful friend?
Or do you just use me,
am I a means to an end?
Am I the love of your life,
the one you can't live without?
Or am I just a good time,
just trash you'll soon throw out?
Am I the mean girl,
the one that scares you so?
Or am I the one you torture,
when you think no one will know?
Am I the forgotten girl,
the one that no one can see?
Or do you spend your nights
awake fantasizing about me?
Am I the weird girl,
the one that you put down?
Or am I the funny girl
everyone calls the class clown?
In the early hours, when he is still asleep, she begins counting the tiny black and white tiles plastered to the ceiling of their flat. Some are chipped, some are covered by a layer of dust, and some are not tiles at all, but cockroaches in disguise. By 143 he has stretched his arms and kissed her neck, by 206 he has tied his shoes and lit a cigarette, and by 262 he's always gone. She knows that the smell of coffee will dissipate by 329 and that if she can bother getting out of bed to call her worried mom for once, or even just go to the damn bathroom, he will be back by 2338.
If she counts slowly.
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Sometimes, late at night, when she has