Yes-
You walked into this
knowing that
you would get burned.
But still you touched
with already blistered,
and charcoaled hands
because
once
is never enough
for children to truly comprehend
the lessons
their mothers taught
them
Don’t play with fire sweetheart
for your heart will turn into
ash
once
her
ambers
go out.
You choked on the heat
of your desires
after they went up in flames,
setting your insides ablaze
and of course
with help always arriving
a second too late-
who could
save you
from the firestorm
that had just
erupted
in the shallows
of
your mind?
So don’t play with fire sweetheart,
because you will get burned.
The smoke will
char your lungs,
leaving
you panicked
for release.
And lust will do that-
It will
set alight
everything it touches
destroying
anything unwanted,
that even dares
to stand in its way.
Arson is a crime.
By: Lulwama Kuto Mulalu
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
Yes-
You walked into this
knowing that
you would get burned.
But still you touched
with already blistered,
and charcoaled hands
because
once
is never enough
for children to truly comprehend
the lessons
their mothers taught
them
Don’t play with fire sweetheart
for your heart will turn into
ash
once
her
ambers
go out.
You choked on the heat
of your desires
after they went up in flames,
setting your insides ablaze
and of course
with help always arriving
a second too late-
who could
save you
from the firestorm
that had just
erupted
in the shallows
of
your mind?
So don’t play with fire sweetheart,
because you will get burned.
The smoke will
char your lungs,
leaving
you panicked
for release.
And lust will do that-
It will
set alight
everything it touches
destroying
anything unwanted,
that even dares
to stand in its way.
Arson is a crime.
By: Lulwama Kuto Mulalu
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