Fire Works -For Me-
Fireworks bleed through skies
As I light up a match
Yes, fire works for me
Fireworks project bliss
As I start wars in my head
My mad, silent wars
Fire works for me, dad
As my eyes crave to see fire
My passion crumbles...
Fire works for me, mom
As my eyes watch a grand scene
Of dazzlin' fireWORKS
My plans do work!!
I guess fire works for me...
Don't call me a jerk!!
I guess I'm feeding the fire...of future anxiety
I might even make a city fire one day...
That would be cra-crazy and that would darken up my day
With people's pleasurable terror and dismay
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013
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