Okay, I'm keeping my name withheld, but friends over this internet forum poem thing may call me Fire Breather or just Fire. |
Inside of every person
Is something you can't see...
The way life moves
You never expect...
Dearest Grandma
Your death hits me sharp...
Wings that vary any way
Are on a creature that cannot stay...
Inside of every person
Is something you can't see...
In all of your life, you will never, ever come across anything more tempting then that big, red button that says in clear, white letters "DO NOT PRESS" |