Fire
It’s so easy to start a fire,
Just a flick of the small lighter,
But the spark grows till it roars,
Until it feels like it can’t anymore,
Then water comes and it’s too late,
Because the fire is still growing at a rate.
So what to do with such a fire?
One with such a big desire?
To let it burn,
Would be to learn,
To put it out without remorse,
Would require much strong force.
So start another burning fire,
One to match this big desire,
Spite as this may seem,
How else would you stop this fire?
it's about anger and temper and stuff like that. I wrote it when i was scared
It’s so easy to start a fire,
Just a flick of the small lighter,
But the spark grows till it roars,
Until it feels like it can’t anymore,
Then water comes and it’s too late,
Because the fire is still growing at a rate.
So what to do with such a fire?
One with such a big desire?
To let it burn,
Would be to learn,
To put it out without remorse,
Would require much strong force.
So start another burning fire,
One to match this big desire,
Spite as this may seem,
How else would you stop this fire?
it's about anger and temper and stuff like that. I wrote it when i was scared