Look at the paper,
I keep on inking,
Writing emotions,
Maybe I'm sinking.
When you spot a fire,
I stare at the burning,
Me on fire, you are fire,
I dared playing,
And kept denying,
And kept thinking,
Spot no denying,
Point at the burns,
There's no denying,
That you broke my heart,
And that it was brutal.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
