Mess with me, you’re playing with fire
Bring your worst, it’s gonna get dire
But let’s be real, it’s more like a spark
Not really a bite, nor barely a bark
So nice it hurts, compassionate and kind
Things could be worse, it’s how I’m designed
This entry was posted by Zardilann on January 18, 2015 at 08:00, and is filed under Poems, Writing.Both comments and pings are currently closed.
| Copyright © 2017 Zardilann.com