You might think I’m just
a fourteen year old girl
with brown hair
and brown eyes
But I know I am more
way more than that
not a lion or a ant
not a pond or a plant
A flaming fire
a slow-burning fire
When I begin to feel weak
or can’t go on anymore
When I’m in total sadness
listening to some sad tunes
I am a flame sizzling out
ever so gently burning out
and people leaving
from the useless flame
But when I find happiness
my flame ignites once again
People come back to stand by the flame
that now brings them warmth and reassurance
Soon the flame get bigger and bigger
and begin to go every which way
making the people jump
I start dying out a bit
but then come back to life
I flame never completely goes out
until I myself am tired
and that’s when the flame turns to ashes
I take in some air and the flame ignites again
and again
and again
The brown-haired, brown-eyed girl
is a flaming fire
a small, big, uproaring, calm fire all in one
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