It burns with brilliant light and intense heat.
The way it can destroy things,
Honestly it's kinda pretty,
When the orange mass laps at whatever is within its grasp and obliterates it until it is nothing more than a pile of ash.
It's oddly gorgeous.
All you need to do to create such beautiful destruction,
Is just to strike the tiny end of a match, throw it to something sure to burn, then sit back and enjoy the ever so radiant flickers.
My eyes,
I don't think they could ever possibly get enough.
I could watch a glorious blaze,
Even for hours,
And every second in doing so is enjoyed greatly.
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Little Writings From A Little Person
PoesíaThis is a collection of little writings and poems that I've written. They range in any subject possible. I just write whenever I'm bored, so I've decided to share them with people other than my close friends. I hope you like them. ❤
