• elainamvermette 5w

    Mind on Fire

    Her memories linger like a slow fire,
    Her heart feels dire, dire, dire,
    Her mind spins like worn out tires,
    Her heart soon inquires,
    That her anger may cease fire,
    Yet that would require,
    Something she has yet to acquire.
    So she begins to conspire,
    Perhaps she'll light herself afire?
    She'll be on fire, fire, fire.
    ©elainamvermette