By: Marie
Short Authors note: I wrote this for me but it fit the Rogue stereotype I have of her and Logan. I think that if she had
wrote it, it would be about her letting go.
Authors little rant: Please be gentile. This is my first attempt at a poem and I'm quite excited about it. Positive reviews will be met with illusory cookies. Flames will meet a totally different reality: deletion!
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As the fire burns so does the heart.
We see only what we are shown and question nevermore.
Beneath the stars my heart exposed.
Beating with fury I clamor to have more.
Shown what we know, we never see the truth.
Hidden beneath valleys and hills
Unforgiving is the scorned heart
I need to only have you once more
Reaching as though you are able to feel
Unnatural as this loneliness feels
Nothing is shown to me
I see no truth.
The banshee releases its terror
Running, you know you should
Cling to what you know to be true
It is not I, not anymore.