You said “Do what you want.”
I said “It will only hurt others.”
You said “Do it anyway.”
I said “I can’t.”
You said “Why?”
Category: depressing
Poem, Poetry 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.
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