Watering Fire
Because I look gentle,
She took me for a fool
Was it accidental?
If yes, that isn't cool.
What sort of trash is me,
To be taken lightly?
If weight unseen so be;
That is unsightly...
To be reckon a try,
Without head's second thought
Until what so be, cry...
Then gut blames what risk fought.
Regards to the kind words,
I spoke of you cum treats...
Despite your shameless birds,
Flying out enough beasts.
To consider fair fault,
Caring sighs' drives off ease,
By perspective assault...
Towards mercy, wrongs appease
Of peace to reign at war,
On timing bomb's release...
Daring heart's bills explore,
With raging fates apiece.
Unknown I of her view,
Cum my being beyond take-
What firing water glue,
Burns what ego remake.
My watering fire tease luck,
Burns her daring ego;
Stage hearty concern's ,
Of coming shameless blow.
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