Those that history will always admire.

Are those that dared to play with fire.

Those who will make an attempt to tame,

the beasts that are living within the flames.

To share the warmth instead of the pains,

like a deserts rebirth after the rains.

Seas and mountains will impede your way.

Like the words that you just can’t say.

Through the nights the candle burns.

Whether be summer, spring or winter...

Playing with fire,

You might get burned.

The funny little lessons

I’ve already learned.

The fire may grow

The fire may simmer,

But all you need to know

Is my light will not dimmer.

I burned to ash,

Broken peices of my past,

Play with my fire,

And you will get burned....

I know you abandoned me at sea

You think you lost me

They think your the hero of this story

She thinks you found me

But

I will reveal you

You’ll lose the one dream you pursue

They’ll find out its not true

She will reach a break through

Cuz baby you’re playing with fire

Not my best poem but l really wanted to make a poem with some of these lines so yah…...

a campfire burns in the center of a circle

she can’t help but stare into the flame

what would it feel like to dip her finger in

surely it wouldn’t hurt more than when her father got mad

when he smashes beer bottles against the wall mere inches from her head

surely it wouldn’t hurt more than when dinner was too hot

and her whole body would freeze up waiting for her father’s reaction

surely ...

mothers put stirofoam on the corners of tables

to protect their children

they hide away knives so the kids can’t use them

i was told not to play with matches

because the beautiful light was dangerous

i was protected right from the start.

but what if i don’t want to fear everything i touch?

life is now hard

it kicks me over and over

it wants me to be hurt

so now i like to play with matches be...

A couple minutes draws

A dry stick

Even without cold

Snowflakes or ash

No reason to be warm

Or hot, or even bat a lash

I want to play with fire

So rather, when I’m bored

I’ll spare a couple minutes

To keep my fingers

In the door...

When I was younger

I was always told

Not to play with fire

I grab a match

I light it anyway

Just to see that sucker burn

Despite the danger

And risks it holds

I love it

They can tell me to stop

But I don’t think I ever will

After all, witches don’t burn

(School started so im not going to be online as much anymore but ill still try to post!!)...

I remember the day

He confessed to me,

The overly cheesy words,

The cringey way

He spoke.

Though I said

“Yes,”

With naught else but

A simple warning.

“You know,

You’re playing with fire.”

He took my warning lightly,

He knew my fire shone brightly,

Yet he still played the game,

A futile attempt to tame

What’s inside me.

He’d show me off,

_God how he makes me scoff_,

But at least he treated me ...

I wasn’t meant to set myself on fire!

I just wanted to keep you warm

I was fighting for something

that was destroying me

I finally see it now!

Loving you was never going to heal you

But letting go of you

Is how I started healing me!...

Ever since I was young

15 or 16

To be exact

I wanted things

Many things

That weren’t to be mine

I wanted the fortune

Of the businessman

14 houses down the block

I wanted the fame

All eyes on me

The world waiting for my next move

But above all

The love

Of the girl next door

Her hair was blonde

Not white blonde

But dirty

And her eyes

Were the shade of my fathers coffee

That he brewed first ...