I hear I'm your new desire
How strange
Well get ready, your about to play with fire
And your life might get a little rearranged
At least you'll feel something new
Its something you should have already learned
If you play with the flames
You'll always end up burned
I don't exactly play nice
Its no fun
But if you like me that's just the price
Not that you'd get anywhere
But hey don't be too upset
I don't exactly date
Beside we most likely just met
Anyway, hugs, kisses, and all that jazz
Calm down its just a phrase, geez
Don't spaz
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Teardrops Turned To Words
PoetryPoetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted. ~ The first few poems are very amateur so if you want you can skip to the end where my better and most recent poems are. Published: 2.11.16 Finished: 9.20.17
