Poem, Poetry by Liana Kaylee Avila

Genre: depressing, deep, sad, dangerous, mysterious, love, passion, loss, broken-hearted, hurt, suicidal

Poem
by Liana Kaylee Avila

Darling, you like to play with fire.
To be drenched in gasoline is what you desire.
Late nights you never seem to tire
Cause darling, you like to play with fire,
And pretend your slipping life weren’t so dire,
So easily tempted by two pairs of speeding tire.

The voices pierce your mind like a wicked choir,
Followed by empty echoes of a solemn liar,
Then on with the demented shouts of pure ire.

You claim I, was the one you truly admire
So I cry, oh why did you set me on fire?
I suppose because darling, you like to play with fire.

The twisted plans you would conspire,
It was hopeless to even try and inspire.
I’d be lucky to see the smallest hint of desire.
You’d only have dreams of…