FLAMES FULL OF METAL...

[fire_of_a_poet]

Take a sip of my drink, toss the ring in the fire

The door opens, the baby begins to cry

He enters in the room, his presence chilling

The silence between us is deafening, I pray to be someplace else

The metal burning in the flames, my heart melts with it

Clock ticking, my heart beats in tune

The baby cries in the background, I feel its

Comments

[igiveita5]

That was horrible. You're not very pretty and you must not have a lot of friends. I don't like you.

[fire_of_a_poet]

Thanks for your opinion. Judging from your redundancy and verbal skills, not to mention petty bickering to somebody you have never even met, you must be surrounded by friends. Lucky you. Poor them.