by Shelbe Stewart

Created on: March 19, 2009

Poetry: Danger

The night I flirted with danger,

and took it to the edge.

I got this feeling inside my head,

no more of this it said.

A fever boiled inside of me,

that made me split myself.

And a high that I had never known,

drained what was left.

I walked and acted above the gravity,

I felt it tug at me.

But the urge to take it to the edge,

won out, you see!

Now that's the first time, and the last.

No more of this I say.

To flirt with danger, you will end up with,

someone, or something, you don't want anyway.

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