Crying Fire Poem by Andytics mufc
Crying Fire
I hate mind games
They understand not-these humans
One second they adore I
Like i am the last piece of jewelry
For I make their food edible
Another second they despise I
Consider I hazardous
Like i am some kind of poison
They unpredictable
Very fickle minded souls
How I wish i would froze like ice
Still alive but inert
Maybe then
I would be able to measure the true depth of their love
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