They see her Freckled cheeks always blushing Long blond hair always dancing And delicate hands always tangled in yours But behind closed doors it is another story Behind closed doors it is a different scenery
Category: Family
Fire and the Marshmallows
She thought of the fire and the marshmallows Then of her melting in his arms And lastly of their loved ones setting them on flames
Hell
It is often our lovely safe homes That give birth to the most astonishing hell Where our bodies burn silently And the fire remains invisible
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