You can call me a Pyromaniac
I have flames that fill my Heart
And my eyes and my hands and my words play a part
My eyes keep my heart flames going
While my hands that write my words with a pen on to paper keeps my flame flowing
On to paper which I keep burning
Because nothing is more satisfying then to see a piece of paper with my fire on it

by Ezekiel Valdez

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you write beautifully...WOW
great poem o and by the way your not the only pyromaniac keep it up ****luck to u