The Blitz
has gotten a hold of me, baby.
Everything goes away so fast -
even you,
and your thoughts of me,
and your memories,
and the flowers I picked for you
yesterday.
They've all slipped away,
gone up into the flames,
into the storm.
But still I go out
into the roaring winds,
into the lurid glow of the fire,
to feel the ashes of our past
burn against my skin,
and as I close my eyes,
let the maelstrom whip around me,
I think of you.
For you, I'd take the fall,
And I know you'd love me --
you'd truly, truly love me --
if you could only
see past these scars.















Comments
I really like the way you used fire, and focused on the ashes instead of just the actual fire, seeing as ashes tend to hurt more than actual flame. I think. I'm not good at science.
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Thanks so much for the compliments, Liz!
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