saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )


I Burn Inside... - Poem by saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

I burn inside and I know why,
it seems my blood boils has to fry,
the tears that fall out of my eyes,
sizzle on my face.

Fever is as fevers hot,
it is a fever that Ive got,
a fever that I want for not,
yet seems I cant replace.

Steaming at the thoughts untrue,
of everything Ive heard from you,
why is the only thing you do,
is speak in childish lies.

Because of you I burn inside...


Comments about I Burn Inside... by saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

  • Rookie *Trusting You* (11/3/2008 6:36:00 PM)

    I love this one... I think I might add it to my favs. very good job... I love the end! it is amazing!
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  • Rookie - 0 Points Viola Grey (9/14/2008 8:42:00 PM)

    nice work...I love how short and straight to the point this one is....glad you came back to play. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 14, 2008



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