Screen shooting something in the moment
Saving it then forgetting it later.
She danced around my me like I was fire and
Didn't want to get burned although she was the one
Her/who kept inlighting the fuel provoking the fire
That smile/envious predicted our destiny for she got burned so don't blame me.
-ashes poetry
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Clouds poetry
PoetryTo reach the sky is to fly and I hope someone can be Able to reach my poems. © copy rights by ashleyyololo 2022
