Fire
Passing your arms
In an embrace, ready
To put me in my place.
I am made of fire.
Burning with electricity,
That rips through the night sky
A hunger that will not
Be satisfied or calmed
down.
Not with lip gloss
Nor with pink nail polish.
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My Poetry Portfolio [COMPLETED]
PoetryThese poems that I wrote all by myself with the assistance of my English/Creative Writing teacher (they're the same person). These are my poem and my poems only Copyright Copyright © 2015 CourtneyChaChi All Rights Reserved
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