When she looks up with her doe eyes
I can't help but feel an insatiable desire
to teach her to wreck her naive world
to teach her to play with fire
but little does my mind fathom
she needs to be taught, not
for the ashes of her heart still smolder
from the fires of the battles it fought
and yet, still, I hope and want
to tell her to burn and riot
and though I realize she no fool
her magnificent doe eyes fuel my ceaseless desire
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
She Loved Withering Sunflowers
Thơ CaA collection of poems that alternate genres and moods. a book to the universe, so that it may know her.
