I found some lost memories this last night. <br />Peeling back the wrinkled folds in the paper <br />I find promises made and not kept. <br />Were they all lies when you wrote them? <br />You looked so sad, sorry, and maybe sincere. <br />But now I look at these empty words and break inside. <br />If only the dreams you wrote could have been our reality. <br />But you told me to focus on the now, look to the future <br />So I will cleanse myself of these reminders. <br />Fire will purify this sore, will mend the wounds, and heal the heart. <br />Fire was always there, <br />The fiery passion in your kiss, <br />The flames in our eyes when we fought, <br />The flickering candlelight on those soft nights when we were in love. <br />Flames through it all, why not end the memories with our emblem? <br />Slowly the words catch fire, <br />Flames spread, soon they are all consumed. <br />Slowly they curl, blacken, and then become ash. <br />I douse the flames, but still they smolder. <br />I guess so do the remains of my seared heart. <br />Ready to catch flame at any moment. <br />It could, but you will never strike the match. <br />Your heart is now fireproof.<br /><br />Scoobs Mountain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fireproof/
