"I fell for you like a child, oh, but the fire went wild.
I fell into a burning ring of fire,
I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher.
And it burns, burns, burns,
the ring of fire, the ring of fire."~~~
I fell from my high and mighty pedestal
onto the cold hard ground
knowing that it was a sure death
but you caught me
so I suppose
falling
can sometimes
be a good thing
because I fell for you
and you caught me.
Things are better here.
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Classic
PoetryA collection of poetry. Classic feelings added to classic thoughts equals classic poetry. Rated PG-13 for language. © 2015 layschips1