love is a forest fire.

feelings we disect,

fail to digest.

we're both so depressed.

emotions repressed;

show reason less.

we scream and we shout;

dont know what about.

I saved this for us.

you stressed me out.

heat fills my lungs,

wear smoke as my shroud.

hiding my feelings,

my head in the ground.



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