Disclaimer: As much as I want it to, Doctor Who belongs to the BBC not me.
Spoilers: For this poem season 1. If I notice any major spoilers in later poems I'll try to put warnings on those chapters.
A/N: Ok, so I decided to do a collection of Doctor Who poems. I'm sure some will be better than others! Anyway, most of the poems will center around the 9th or 10th Doctors and/or their companions. Let me know what you think! If you don't like a poem tell me WHY. If possible, I'll try to keep it in mind when writing another DW poem. Thanks!
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Burn
He loved her,
and she loved him.
That's where it all
went wrong.
Before it was over,
they'd burn for the other.
Her for him
and him for her.
He sent her away
wouldn't lose her.
Not ever, not today
he couldn't bear the pain.
But Back she came,
veins full of fire.
Daleks to dust
she saved the rest.
He took the fire,
traded for her kiss.
Into his arms,
this was the end.
No doubt he would die
and to her he would lie.
For what she had done
she just shouldn't know.
He gave a small grin,
for a thought dulled the pain.
When she'd awake.
they'd start again.
Different, but still the same.