Playing With Fire
Dancing round
The flickering flames
Skirting the problem
Avoiding the truth
Turning a blind eye
Words left unsaid
Emotions hidden
Pretending, evading
Singeing our finger tips
Heating up and making larger
The space between us
Unable to look me in the eye
A problem that grows
Fanned and fed by silence
Till we get burned
And scars are left
It spreads and consumes
Wild, out of control
So easy to prevent
Now more difficult to stop
Copyright © Mardi Barber | Year Posted 2012
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