Fire
The burn on my arm is a lier
It torments me with desire
Every day it's a reminder
Of the lost emotions that transpire

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The Mind of the Middle
PoesíaThis is just a big old book full of edgy and cringy poems. I used to write poetry on my old account but never got around to writing some on this account. A good friend of mine got me into poetry again so here it is! Read at your own will.
Fire
Fire
The burn on my arm is a lier
It torments me with desire
Every day it's a reminder
Of the lost emotions that transpire