I don't think you understand
How terrified I am of loosing you
Because people grow tired of girls like me
And sometimes I build my walls so high
And push others away when I need them the most
I can be stubborn, moody, and sad a lot
I'm a mess, a handful, I'm fire
And when you play with fire
You have to expect to be burned
But when I burn you it's not because I don't love you
It's because I'm a girl who still learning
How to handle my blaze of emotions
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
