
The Flame
August 6, 2013I can’t dance. I can’t
dress well. I can’t pretend,
very well, at least,
to be what I’m not.
But I can burn inside.
I can quietly smoulder
and melt those around me
into passion as well.
I can clench my teeth
and stare into your eyes.
Taking the risk and hoping
to melt the only one
cold enough to freeze
this flame of mine.
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