Spitting Fire ...

If truth be told,
I could easily spit fire
from my heart to your soul
In days passed
it would be easy for me to be that cold
And cruel
But I'm finally above being a fool
beyond using worn-out tools
to fuel the inequities of your mind
it's far past time
that your time passed
No harm, no foul
I won't even put you on blast
On its own, your heart will find its own cast
to mend the wear & tear
you've caused from a lack of care
I'll just sit back, relax
and enjoy the ride
knowing the grass grows greener
when fuel isn't gassing a man's pride ...