Burn It DownA Poem by Breanna Ragland
You warned me not to mess with fire.
I now see it's destruction. And it's sad... the damage it causes. But I like it. You tell me not to play with matches. But I do. I swore I'd burn this place one day. And that's just what I did. I can't help you. So, I'll lock the door. I hope you made peace with God... Because they told me not the play with matches. But I did. © 2012 Breanna Ragland |
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1 Review Added on January 21, 2012 Last Updated on January 21, 2012 AuthorBreanna RaglandMunfordville, KYAboutMy name is Breanna and my passion is writing poetry. I love anything from Music to Art, Writing to Reading. Im easy to talk to and love making new friends. My favorite type of music is probably eith.. more..Writing
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