Crying Fire Poem by Andytics mufc

Crying Fire



I hate mind games 
They understand not-these humans

One second they adore I
Like i am the last piece of jewelry 
For I make their food edible

Another second they despise I
Consider I hazardous
Like i am some kind of poison

They unpredictable
Very fickle minded souls

How I wish i would froze like ice
Still alive but inert
Maybe then 
I would be able to measure the true depth of their love

Saturday, December 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Metaphor
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