I set fire to things that matter.
I wait until they burst into flames.
Until they're orange,
Red,
Blue.
I wait until they burn the ground which I walk on.
Until I'm a flame,
A walking fire.
My clothing is smoke.
My friends grab buckets but its always too late.
My world is burning.
Everything is lava to them.
I wait until everything around me is in ashes.
Then I blow the ashes away.
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Thoughts And Excerpts. || #Wattys2018
Poetry||Started: 1st April 2018.|| ||Ended: 15th November 2018|| some things I think about :) Along with some quotes that I add deeper meaning too. Some things that I talk about in this book are to no one. Some are dreams. Some are nightmares. Also some t...
