Burns

by *Lost Not Forgiven*   Aug 16, 2007


Burns turn to ashes
and ashes into gold.
Friends are here forever,
even if theyre old.

Burns tell lots of stories,
like how you felt that day.
Listen to them closely,
they have a lot to say.

Burns leave scars
behind them when they go.
Those scars are there forever,
they even seem to glow.

Burns are a simple way
to leave a mark upon your arm;
a simple way to set off
another friends alarm.

Burns mean a lot of things,
different to everyone else.
Burns are a reminder
of we must have felt.

Burns are special
in every single way
but never forget
they never go away.

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