My tongue is a fire
not just with words of anger
but with flowery ones too
words that you want to hear
the flames that lap off my
tongue fall onto your heart.
do they scorch it, or refine it?
...
then i will strive to not
burn your heart to ash
with the very words i want to revive you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words have a romance to them