Embers of Our Love

Wonderful poem

Awkward Girl.

The embers of our love,
Aren’t enough to hold a flame,
But neither of us,
See that as shame.

We desperately gather,
Fuel to feed the fire,
Holding onto the sticks,
We pray will keep us warm.

Love is our only warmth,
As we cling to one another,
Scared of the wind,
That knocks at our door.

Our house is ruined,
Falling apart as we sleep,
Our search for firewood,
Has left it’s timbers weak.

It’ll kill us both,
And I’d have it that way,
If it meant I could love you,
For just one more day.

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