Caution: Too Hot To Regret Poem by WIN VENTURA

Caution: Too Hot To Regret

They played with fire,
Thought I'd melt away —
Now they chase my shadow,
But I don't even stay.

They sip on their sorrow,
While I sip my tea,
Darling, I was the dream…
Now I'm the fee. 💅

By: - WIN VENTURA

Caution: Too Hot To Regret
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