For the next few posts, the poems are in no particular order... I cannot remember which one I wrote when :/
I have NO idea what this poem is about. Sorry.
The Fire-Eater
If I could let you grab me
By the colour red;
I'd ask for more.
Soon we'll all
Need more.
The colours of your hair
A blind
A blind over
Darkest, darkest
Eyes.
The way you fence me in
Is like, a farmer, and a sheep.
I want you.
I have NO idea what this poem is about. Sorry.
The Fire-Eater
If I could let you grab me
By the colour red;
I'd ask for more.
Soon we'll all
Need more.
The colours of your hair
A blind
A blind over
Darkest, darkest
Eyes.
The way you fence me in
Is like, a farmer, and a sheep.
I want you.
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