I love how hot your fire is,
I'm willing to bet anything on this.
Looking at your fragile little flame,
I wonder how much it can burn.
I hate players,
But i don't mind playing with your fire.
This feelings you caused me,
I think i won't make it out alive.
They say the higher you fly the more you see,
Am i mad cause all i can see up here is you.
They say don't add fuel to the fire,
Honey i'm fuel itself should we just burn together instead?
To be swept on my feet,
To be burned by your fire,
This reminds me of the witch hunt,
No one is safe cause one wrong move can mess this up.
They saw us burning,
They called us witches.
What a sad ending,
You put out your fire and blamed everything on me.
Now here i am,
The flames has cooled down.
Leaving me behind,
Like ashes that was blown by the winds.
I can't think of a better end,
This heart will never mend.
But the moment i died,
I felt more alive.
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All About Feelings
PoetryThis is a compilation of my Poems I'm also going to put descriptions on when or how did I write that poem my motivation and such. I want this to be something interactive like we can share our opinions and beliefs so some updates I'll ask questions...
