By the fire
By poemsRcool
the heat from the fire creates warmth inside of my heart as i watch the flames i dream of a perfect life without stress and broken hearts i think of everyone around me my friends and my family these people are the most important things to make a life perfect even though at times it may cause stress and broken hearts in the end its all worth it as the warmth leaves my heart as the fire dies all that feeling i have just experienced has drifted away i am my same old self again it was all a dream a "day dream."why do we dream if its all fake it just keeps us from wanting more? Written December 24th, 2001 © on Dec 24 2001 06:34 AM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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"the heat from the fire creates warmth inside of my heart..."