Her fire is epic,
With flames that roar.
You think you can touch her,
But she'll scream even more.
With a heat so extreme,
You're bound to get burned,
You won't be able to breathe,
A lesson to be learned.
You thought you broke her,
Leaving tears in your wake,
But what you didn't know,
Was that it was your mistake.
You played with fire,
And now you have to pay.
You cold-hearted liar;
It's time for you go on your way.
She moves forward with a fierce intent,
Turning her past into ashes or dust.
Don't pretend to love her now;
Don't act like you're not made from rust,
Made from the nastiest material around.
I used to think you were made of gold,
But now I know the truth; now I'll stand my ground.
Just like a phoenix,
I'll be reborn from those flames.
I'll rise above it all,
You hatred, your lies, and your blame.
Don't think I'll stoop down,
To meet you again at your level.
You should be scared,
Just like the devil.
You pray at her Altars,
A nice game to play.
For a devil may need,
Someone to relay,
And you put on a mask,
As she bathes in blood.
You fetch her souls,
That she devours whole,
A war she has waged,
That you have sold yourself for.
I warned you she was dangerous,
Her heart is built from scrap metal,
Pieces welded together roughly.
Yet, she's fragile like a flower's petal.
I know her very well.
She's wild; she's spirited; she's free.
And that devilish fire burns inside her,
Just like it burns within me.
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Afterthoughts
PoetryA collaborative collection of poems reflecting the inner workings of the human mind, challenges, musings, desires, and emotions. These poems contain some of the thoughts racing through our mind when we take a step back and reflect on ourselves. Som...
