I was 5 year old
When my mom told me to stay
Away from flames
Because they can burn you
Even if they look pretty
I was 15 year old when
I was first saw you and knew
You were the one flame
That was to beautiful to stay away
From no matter how much it hurts
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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...
