A Poem by Madison Stone
You set my heart on fire. You were fire it self.
I realized that you are a flame, leaving me with burnt promises.
I have never been the type to watch the sky fall down into the earth. Sunsets never impressed me. They lack commitment and constantly leave us waiting around for them to return again another time. How can anyone watch the dusk and call it beautiful?
The sun may have set,
but I still feel the burn on my skin-
I still feel the burn on my skin