She's a wildfire,
She created dire
She died at the end of the night,
Wishing she could just sleep tight
She holds a weapon in her hand
She is happy she can leave this land
She causes a fire to spread
Wishing she could just be dead
She doesn't want to cause harm
Even though she's a firearm
Soon the fire dies out,
Because she didn't let it out
She swallowed the bullets so there was no harm
She thought she was a fire,
When she was a light
How could she go withought a fight?
I wrote this poem in class. Plz don't steal it. I poured my heart into this. Thx.
