I dance with the flames
that used to be my light.
Burned by the spark
that tried to give me life.
My heart is on fire,
but the fire’s burning me.
I feel the summer’s heat,
but can’t see its beauty.
The sunshine is too heavy,
’cause it’s just cold inside.
I wanted to be happy,
but the spark in me died.
-Enna
Heyyy, so please don’t mind, if there are some grammatical mistakes or spelling mistakes in this poem, cause English isn’t my native language but I kinda like writing English poems. Just do not wonder why something isn’t correct or something like that.