Its sad really
Because the only reason I haven't killed myself yet
Is because I don't want to hurt anyone
But the reason I want to **** myself is because everyone is hurting me

She is the smell of new books.

Shes is hot chocolate, and a blanket, on a snowy day.

She is that first bite of big mac after a night out.

She is red and blue, side by side.

She is 8-bit games.

She is staying awake till 5 in the morning.

She is anaphoric.

She is oblivious.

Spark.
A flame ignites.
The dark fills up with a glow.
White held into the flame.
It starts to burn.
Smoke floats lazily towards up.
Red tip hot.
Inhaled.
Lungs filled.
Exhaled.
Delicious burning.
Sweet destruction.

Silence is golden,
but I prefer silver.

Your passion lit me on fire like the end of your cigarette
You had me screaming my love from the rooftops
But just like your cigarette, you put me out
And now I'm screaming from the fall