Poem: Burn


It seems a fool hardy thing 

my heart here bright red

dripping of moments spent 

feeling things no practical heart

should ever be aching over

When will I ever learn 

to stop playing with fire

and douse the burn 

with my own tears

While you beat in me still

no matter how much I may 

try to put you out

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