• poemsnb 6w

    All the stories,
    That I have,
    Inside of me,
    Are full of fire,
    As time passes,
    By I don't think,
    Any of my words,
    Are going to turn,
    Into ice,
    But when my stories,
    Will be shared with,
    Generations to come,
    They will be better,
    Prepared on dealing,
    With burning sensation,
    Inside of their heart.