BurnedThere's a sound made when something is burned.Burned by ~lleonard5902
It's a hot white whisper of a noise.
It's the sound of receding footsteps down a hall.
It's the sound of everyone you ever knew, trapped inside a memory
And begging in a fountain of sparks to be allowed to live.
But you know that simply can't be.
Pages of a life crackling away, made black and then turned to ash,
So unlike how they began.
A mountain peak overshadowing a valley,
A blue sky as you swam in the sea,
A face, a voice.
And then you try and think,
How many mountains have I seen reaching over valleys,
Was the sea as blue as I recall,
was I even in the sea at al
Another EarthThere's another me.Another Earth by ~lleonard5902
She lives in a world of glass and clean edges,
She has my face.
I can trace the lines around her eyes,
And touch fingertip to fingertip.
She has my eyes.
I can see into them,
And imagine what she's thinking,
And yet never know for sure.
Because I can't bring myself to believe she's me.
She looks sad,
Like I must.
But I don't know why.
I wonder if she's made the same mistakes I have.
I wonder if this other me is a better me,
Than the me I am.
I hope she is.
And yet she has my face.
The same scars that I have.
She hides them,
With the same