Look at me,
See me through a scope
Longingly, patiently
See me at the end of the rope
You demand my soul, but forget my heart
You judge the layer of the earth's crust
given its distance from the smolder inside,
And that's all you see,
But my dear, the surface does not define the fire on the inside
This core burns red, a deep orange ember
And I promise you, my heart works in this way
On the surface I show to be cold, distant
But my heart is true, and it is burning through its core.
About the Creator
Luke Segota
Love to write, spend time outside with my pup, read and watch movies
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