Playing With FireA Poem by KittyVenusBurning death and depression.Flames in the forrest, You were all so modest, You were playing with fire, The flames grew higher, The burning sensation, It arised my facination, You were playing with fire, The effects were dire, You had fire in your eyes, Like a million fire flies, Shouting like an old day crier, You were playing with fire. © 2014 KittyVenus |
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