Quagmire

Magma Is melting ice, For the cold hearted, There are those who we make rainbows for from the rain, Early 20s, Please don't keep me if I am not your end game, All you gonna do is left me for dead, By 25, I would end up with a dog and a broken mind, A buzz kill, All because I chose to be puppet in a circus. The last time, An egg tray was thrown to the ground, Wasteful, She turned the page, I burnt the book. All I want is to comeback, To my young children, Is it bad for Daddy to laugh out loud, To enjoy his own time, With so much desire, This fire would kill me. Sorry babies, Daddy is a little burnt out. Can you catch a glimpse, I love when my face is a puzzle, A network of paradoxes. A quagmire. ~093~ _Wonkru™_