Never Take Fire

[walkingtheridge]

It's been a little over a year since Patrick and I broke up and I moved out of, and back into, my apartment. I've made the space my own, but...

You keep scratching the faces off coins
You've collected as part of your dream
Of a picture-book future
Full of picturesque scenes
You descend all the way to the end
Because a sere-soul merely glows like coal
It never takes fire
Never takes fire