A boiling water
A metal pot with fiery liquid
How did you become like that?
Looks so calm the last time I saw you
Cold and soothing, the last time I felt you.
How amazing that fire can change something,
Indeed science does work on anything.
There I stand, as I watch heat consume your own land.
Got nothing to do but look,
And wait for your desired time.
Made out of pink, but steel you are.
Dying of sweetness, hard on real skin.
You know that whistling broke my left ear from hearing
But still, you whistle, the signal of your water boiling.
I came near, with your deal with heat, I have to middle.
Trying to flip the switch, so you may ease down.
But it struck, And your flames burst.
Expected, many times, but still inked like a tattoo.
The pain and burns made me do,
To step back away from you.
