I Hope These Poems Will Make You Cry

She Could Burn You Alive

Oh, and you know you can't touch her.
The wild hair, half-closed eyes,
Her stance,
An indication of her indifference.

Where do you place her in the middle of it all?
We watch you flinch when you see her in the hall,
White bricks glowing,
Heat radiating from every nook and cranny.

Oh yes, we know all about it.
We know that you know that she could burn you alive,
If only she'd pay you some attention.

Maybe if you'd watch your back you'd realize that she's been watching it for you,
And she's taken off her rose-tinted glasses.

She only wears those when she's looking in the mirror.
They help her find hope within deception.