No Title Yet. Considering Wildfire 🤷🏼‍♀️

[Tucker08087]

Why do you blame me
for what somebody else did
Why should I feel guilty
for feelings I once hid
Don’t I have the right to keep
my feelings to myself
Are you worried about me
or just my mental health

I’ve seen you work your magic
Causing misery for fun
I’ve seen the fallout in the past
From stories that you’ve spun

I know just how you do this
Say you care but you’re a liar
Light the match and blow the smoke
Gossip spreads like wild fire

Somehow you’ll play the victim
when word gets around
Slyly walk away but then
catch it on the rebound
Whisper all the ugly parts
Be sure to leave out names
Pretend that you’re a savior when
It’s you who fanned the flames

I’ve seen you play this game
I know exactly who you are
Writing your soap opera script
Where you’re the only star

You love to play the martyr
But you’re nothing but a liar
Light the match and blow the smoke
Lies spread like wild fire

[Laelth]

1. Michael Martin Murphey wrote a famous song called "Wildfire."

Perhaps you could call yours “Wild Fire” instead. The space in the middle will make a huge difference.

Provocative lyrics, either way. Nicely done.

-Laelth

[Tucker08087]

2. Thanks!

Good advice. Thank you.

I’ve written poetry for a very long time, but generally only give pieces titles when I send them in for publication. For some reason, it’s the thing I struggle with the most.
I only have one child, and he has the male form of my name. If I was blessed with a second, that poor kid may have been unnamed at birth! I’m THAT bad with committing to names! 😂

I really appreciate that you read my work and take the time to comment.