Underneath is Fire


My face is ice as always,
but underneath is fire.
I try to play it cool,
but my blood is boiling higher.
My facade is quiet, easy to please,
while my head is full, where words conspire.
I can't say too much,
or it'll be taken too poorly.
So my face is ice as always,
and my insides turn to briar.
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fitzgerg

VT

18 years old

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