Love Poem: The Burn
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Written by: Ken Carroll

The Burn

My bed is winter
nothing burns
like the cold

This poem is for her
the paper burns
words fly free

smell of heartbreak
fills the air

Tonight I burn
I shake

out of the moonlight

into the shadows
I burn to the ground

tear me into little pieces

cut me into
little parts
just love me

I would rather
be blind
deaf
mute

than to have a heart
that could not love her

I love her
because of
who I am

when I am with her...