Jun 2016
You said you wanted me
To soften, to not let
The fires I have walked through char my heels
And yet
When I did lose my shell in front of you
you caught flame instead
And asked I be removed
To soften, to not let
The fires I have walked through char my heels
And yet
When I did lose my shell in front of you
you caught flame instead
And asked I be removed
Number 10.
