With fingertips full of fire,
Everything touched turns into flame.
Why must everything I touch crumble beneath the tips of my fingers?
With passion mixed with posion,
Everything precious perishes.
Why must I poison the ones I love?
With eyes that shift life into stone,
Everything seen stops.
Why must I watch the world I cherish burn?
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Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)
PoetryPoems written by just some young adult going through some things.
