She didn't know how to surf
But took a risk to ride a wave
That could've been out of her fit
But rage doesn't care about sizes
Or does it? It explodes with no
Further notifications, funny till
It isn't,
It's a tech era, we're notified of
Everything but our feelings and
The wants we desire, we get
Nothing till it's a lit fire of
Raging, glazing, & flaming desires
Learning how to fill a heart with love
Despite its aggregating rage is a
Challenge not everyone dares to take
Playing with her fire is horrendous,
You're either her water or gasoline
