Charred Toughts Poem by Ruslan Kerimov

I've burned myself, a little burned myself,
Charred thoughts are falling to the ground,
And ashes of dead feelings scatter around.
I burned you too, a little burned you too,
Ignoring your desire to help me through,
And closing my stubborn eyes to the morning blue.
I burned myself, a little burned myself,
In seconds of passion, I lived my years,
And scorched the heart's frail arteries.
I burned you too, a little burned you too,
Blaming you for all the woes I had to hide,
And the dark changes of my soul inside.