Playing With Fire
Words cut her to deep
as her anger stewed
deep inside her head.
Pictures dance in her head
of her lover in bed
with the local tramp.
Fire brewing deep
ready to explode
upon the lover
when he comes inside .
Lies of words
saying he had worked
while being loved
by the local tramp.
Door open wide
a vase to the head
with a thump.
Laying limp
she cries aloud
with the pain in her head.
Why did you tread
off the path to the tramp
and play with fire in my head.
11/25/2013 M.B
Copyright © Michael Byte | Year Posted 2013
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