When flames burn

They rarely purge delicately.

Ashes left are shadows

of the hypothetically.

Before the full moon,

In blazing manner

I toss in memories, pictures, paintings and planners.

As the stack builds higher and higher

In the total dark, I reach for the lighter.

With just one spark,

Ignite it all.

The last thing that goes in

Is the promises we made

of what we could’ve been.

Mateo Gomez

Prose for the woes Words to the wise Make sure you judge yourself Before you come and look in my eyes pinealrants.wordpress.com Instagram: @AscensionRadio


alwaysforwardneverbackblog · February 19, 2018 at 1:56 pm

This is this is so beautiful!

Vonita · February 19, 2018 at 3:20 pm

So beautiful, thank you for pointing me here!

pinealrantz · February 19, 2018 at 4:17 pm

Thank you

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