Apr 2020
danger
that's all i was aware of
i paid the notice heed
but nothing could draw me from the spark of colors
carefully, i felt the dash lick my finger
soft, and i never knew it
no sensation could match the flickering feel of the flame
safety
that's all i was aware of
i paid the notice heed
but nothing could draw me from the spark of colors
carefully, i felt the dash lick my finger
soft, and i never knew it
no sensation could match the flickering feel of the flame
safety
this poem aint that deep, my friend told me she touched fire once and it didnt burn, it felt soft. so yeah. felt inspired.
