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.