You and me are like a fire
It can be controlled
Just a joke
Or even calm
Your words burn me
My words burn you
But I do that out of anger
You do that for fun
You are a wild fire
I am a calm fire
until you hurt me
Then the fire spreads
Your fire is destructive
Like the mean things you say
My fire is weak
It doesn't hurt you that you make me cry
Your fire is hot
Won't let me help you
My fire is warm
Try to keep it like that so I can help
Your fire is a trap
It made me fall for you
But in the end
I was the one who was burnt the most
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The Dark Road Called Life: Poems
PoetryThese poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!
