Hi!

Welcome to my poetry blog!

I am a twenty-four brown-eyed Aruban wanderer;
forever questioning where I'm going
and where I've been.
And when I'm not reading,
I'm writing. When I'm not writing, I'm reading.

Furthermore, writing has always been my
way of captivating a deep thought, grief,
lost love, depression and even hatred (sometimes).

Feel free to read and comment on my weird,
puzzling, obsessive, reckless and sometimes
confusing poems. It's all about what you
interpret from them that gets me buzzin'!


Thank you and have fun reading y'all.

-Lily Clarisa

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Burn



Burn
I want us to stay like this forever:
young and reckless,
with no scars, no pain,
in my room. 

I need you to stay in here forever,
while I’m your only center.


My hands burn with your every touch--
yet, I do not crave the ice
with its coolness, its steadiness.
And not for years will I.

Until there are only traces of what you’ve used
Only scars and immense pain
I’ll remember the days I wished you’d remember too
Not after…
                     Never after….
                                               The burn.


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