Poem -
Life and us
Life
It's an understatement
We live
We die
We hope
We cry
We fade away
Because we destruct ourselves
We destroy ourselves
We are fire
and people play with us
They play
They don't understand
How they make us rage
How they make us burn
How they make us walk through hell's gate
And not be welcome there
Because they make us hurt like we are roses
Bled blood dark red
Because of the thorns they stick in us
And because of the petals they pluck
They burn us out
They hurt us
Is it you
Or is it me
That burns us?
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Hey ANGELA!!...a very compelling write...... people don't always understand......." When you play with me, you play with fire!"........ it's not always easy to comprehend....... who is doing the burning!!........ALL STARS!!.......... well done.........LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?☀✴✳