It started with a house fire
I have been seeing smoke for
so long I don't know what the sky
looks like
Growing up to three to four
guys never took the pressure out of my eyes
It only took one fire to spray water on to me so
that I can now longer see clearly
Knowing that some burning house
had my mothers seed's in it would
be oh so aching
But with gods grace it was just my
eyes seeing unclearly
My mind has been more open
and my heart has been more adrenaline
to the close feeling to being heart-broken
This poem is about:
Me