Less than two weeks
You came back to me.
Acting as if I hadn't just
Burned you a little while
Ago.
But I could tell you were somewhat
Cautious.
Knowing I could ignite a wicked
Forest fire
with the snap
Of my fingers.
- the second burn is always worse
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Midnight Thoughts
PoetryThe things that my mind thinks of at midnight when my mind can never sleep. The reality and the dreams, emotions and thoughts all wrapped together In this collection of poetry I let you see what's inside of my mind and life. Enjoy reading these word...
