The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth

Burnt-Out Flames

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I could build bonfires
From the burnt-out flames
Of words
I never said.
Apologies fall like ashes
From the tip of my tongue;
Too little, always
Too late.

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Author: thebrowneyeddreamer

Teenage girl from the mysterious, rainy land of Northern Ireland, obsessed with music, France and movies. I like to write books and poetry when I can get my head out of the clouds.

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