I said <br />I don't want to get burned <br />So I'm playing it cool <br />And I just realized, <br />With what I'm doing, <br />I'm such a fool. <br /> <br />Play it real <br />That's what I ought to do <br />And not just dodge the ball <br />Though it's for the kill <br />For I might still get broken <br />Even if I avoid the fall. <br /> <br />Pretty little girl <br />With a perferct little world <br />Lies, lies, lies <br />All lies <br />The biggest ever told <br />She cries. <br /> <br />White as a clean kerchief <br />Fluid as tears <br />What beast inside <br />Angel when they look <br />Fooling all, she crawl <br />Only I knew she tried. <br /> <br />She wept <br />I heard the cries <br />Silent agony <br />Alone in a room <br />Dark with all the shadow <br />Living could be lonely. <br /> <br />And so the light flickered <br />Before it finally <br />Breathed its last <br />It shivered. <br />It died. <br />Wounded & hurt. <br />Sad.<br /><br />Izobelle Pulgo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burnt-cold/
