Playful poetry.
You played with
fire, babe,
of course
you got
burned.
You ignored
all my warnings
’til the tables
finally turned.
So instead of
cursing fire
doing what fires
always do,
you could
just be a
better you.
Listen when
I’m talking
to you.
Yes, baby, yes, baby,
you deserve
to cry
over
every
single
lie
you were told
throughout your life.
That doesn’t mean,
babe,
start running with a
knife.
The only one who’ll
get
hurt
is you.
Instead how
’bout you
focus on you?
Stop playing with fire,
you’ll just
get burned
again.
There’s no dancing
around it, you’re steel-ice
to the end.
That’s a quadruple
weakness, my friend.
Leave the fire-type attacks to me!
Fire is passion,
energy. You go
slow and steady.
You just need a little warmth to
bring your spirit back to life.
Come on over,
I’ve got
plenty to share.
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