I advised you
I warned you
To not play with fire
You were like a moth to a flame
Couldn't help but go towards it
Didn't heed my call
Just kept going forward
Until you got burned
I tried to protect you my master
But you choose not to listen to me
I am but only your conscience
Sometimes a whisper in the wind
This was from one's own conscience
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Words From One's Self { Completed }
ПоэзияDepression, soul-searching, uplifting poems. And affirmations, acronyms. Just things that are on my mind. © S. J Evans
