My Soul
Was Set On
F i r e ;
My Heart Burst
Into Flames
Ribboning
With Smoke
Licking At My
Chest
Making Me Sweat,
And
You Held
The
Match.
YOU ARE READING
Why (and other poems)
Poetry✽You wonder If you were just Too oblivious, Or too naive.✽ A collection of poems I write on occasion ~
