If you love fire
You’re going to get burned
And that’s what she was
The one who I yearned
So now I am hurt
By the blaze in her heart
But I am not stunned
Just upset we’re apart
Because I loved her
For her darkest of truths
I’ve known since the day
We had just met as youths
She’ll work and she’ll scheme
She’ll kill and she’ll cry
But she does what she wants
And will till she dies
So now that you have her
Look at these burns
Know what you hold
Or one day you’ll learn
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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The "she does what she wants" line really resonated with me. Lovely piece!