She could be an entire fire,
Or maybe just a flame,
She could engulf your heart and soothe your pain,
She could be the fire to your soul,
She could be the one that makes you whole,
But vain!
Why are you even causing her pain then?
Why are you torturing her mind?
Why cause scars to that pretty soul?
Why blame her for your thoughts and desires?
Why not let her free?
Why are you stealing her smile?
When she could be a reason to yours
Why blame her?
Why can't you change?
Why can't we all?

A/N:This was the poem that I wrote three years ago and received the most appreciation back then, this was the poem that got published in an anthology book. This was where I really started writing poetry.