I'm not fireproof
The flames still lick at my skin
The burns are still there
The flame started to die out though
Then someone lit another match
And
Cast it into the it's jaws
It's growing again
Killing the trees
Putting me on my knees
It's not a surprise
The flame never goes out unless you blow it
YOU ARE READING
Russian Roulette ||poetry||
PoetryI'm feeling like this is just gonna be a shit post of poetry😅cause I need somewhere to store it all. The theme of this book is very inconsistent, so you know Russian Roulette...🤷
