You can't touch the matches
and expect not to get burned.
The flames only grow higher,
with each lesson you fail to learn.
The self-destruction and gasoline
that you pour onto the flames,
Is like feeding it pure oxygen
and expecting the fire to tame.
See, you can't blame the fire
for a mistake that you made.
So learn from each burn,
and put the matches away.
YOU ARE READING
This Book is Probably About You.
Thơ caHis eyes are the perfect poem, i'll spend forever trying to write. On an endless search for adjectives, to capture them just right. I could try to write their meaning, but I think you'd fail to understand. 'Cause nothing quite that beautiful could b...
