A small story of a time when fuel is no more – Comment if you think I should continue it past one chapter

The more I see, the more I know
Power that’s downright abusive….

You know how to push my buttons.

Bitterness is detrimental.

A poem about balancing love and emotions…

You pour petrol on the fire.

Love is everything to me.. .

I remember when.

The world is confused place without fuel.

Saving gas where and how you can.