I'm not that smart
I've thrown gasoline on the fire
Because I can't help it
I have to stop and admire
All the pretty lights
When things go up in flames
You just want to take a picture
to put in your own frame
I wish I couldn't get hurt by the flames
because things just look so pretty burning
but I'll tell you my addiction to fire
is just a little bit concerning
You don't have to tell me
I'm a pyromaniac
Because I know well enough
to keep track
of all the things
that I burn
whether it's paper or metal
its going to get a turn
In the fire
that I light
But I always wait
until midnight
So don't be alarmed
if you see smoke
Just don't breath in too deeply
because you just might choke
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem