Her

Her

I met a pretty girl

In a messed up world

She didn’t shine

Oh, no,

That girl glowed

I’ve always been blinded

By shiny people

But this girl

Her glow was that of an ember

Comforting on a cold night

I was a damp log

And when she set me on fire

People couldn’t see through the steam

Couldn’t see how she taught me

What the world could truly be

She told me it was lonely

To be an ember

Because they don’t like things that hurt

They hated her truth when it burned them

But I loved her

I let her make me an ember too

So we lit up the night

Together until

The end of our wonder-filled,

Joyful

Days.

~ Bluebell Rizzi


The original ^ ^

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Website Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑

Almost, Almost

Queer librarian blogs mostly about books

© Felipe Adan Lerma - All Rights Reserved - Blogging at WordPress Since 2011 :)

Aging Gracefully as Words Weave Pictures, Pictures Paint Stories.

The Light is On

Thoughts, Stories, Poems

Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind

"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"

Alex's Reflections

Classic music composer who wants to share his writing with everyone.

a.mermaid'spen_

I rant and write ;)

Poems for Warriors

"Be on guard. Stand firm in the faith. Be courageous. Be strong. And do everything with love." 1 Cor. 16:13-14

A Witch of a Woman

musings and meanderings

Shine Bright Site

Everyone deserves to shine

%d bloggers like this: