You set her on fire,
You let her burn till pores,
Look what a favour you've done her,
You turned her into,
The toughest metal ever forged.
And there you left her,
Smouldering in embers,
You thought it would make her tremor,
Make her quiver,
But look at the force,
That now makes of her.
You thought you'll leave her,
Engulfed in flames,
You thought it'd make her,
Weaker and tame.
In the heat, to wither,
You left her to whimper.
But look at how her lights
Of red, orange and blue,
Have awaken the dread in you.
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My Virtual Journal
Non-FictionA collection of those writings where the chaos in my mind finds itself home.
