The flame that licks,
Coaxing you into it’s warmth,
Slowly murmuring you into a simmer,
Then embracing you to the rage,
Finally… finally…
Exploding…
Unleashing that fire...
The same could be said of passion.
The same could be said of anger.
Mine is the milder of the two.
Anger.
At the world, at large.
Because, you cannot change it.
Would you try again....?
Would you burn with these flames...?
Or will you let them cool...
Would you ride away with the tide...?
[Anj original, 0024hrs / 13.05.2010]
