Fire Burning,
Raging inside me
Liar, Liar
You treat us so bad,
Makin' us think we're terrible
What if I had a dragon at my beck and call?
Would you run and try to stay alive?
You would burn,
In the flames of its' breath
So don't get on my bad side
Too Late
Too Late
Too Late
You already are.
YOU ARE READING
Stuck In The Mind
PoetryA poetry book of thoughts in my head, My own work but the cover is made by someone else. This is just a tiny glimpse of what my mind is like. I'm not stuck in the mud, I'm Stuck In The Mind.
