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Cassie Mae Apr 2011
You are the fuel to my flame,
gasoline meets a struck match.
I know I'm the one to blame.

I always fall victim to your game,
myself, from you, I could not detach.
You are the fuel to my flame.

Once we met, I was never the same,
fire burned the forest, the whole patch.
I know I'm the one to blame.

With your heat you took aim,
I was the easy catch.
You are the fuel to my flame.

With the roaring wind you did not tame,
you ran away with the key to my latch.
I know I'm the one to blame.

Your wildfire left me here in shame,
you were the itch I could not scratch.
You are the fuel to my flame.
I know I'm the one to blame.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Apr 2011
He never called it love,
but I held his world in my hand.
How strong he felt we never spoke of.

A pedestal he had me sit, high above,
to look upon his heart, his sacred land.
He never called it love.

It seemed we fit, our hearts, like a glove.
Reciprocation was too much to demand.
How strong he felt we never spoke of.

Persuaded was the heart, gentle shove
to a feeling not willing to expand.
He never called it love.

Up on a pedestal, so high above,
wind blew feelings away like sand.
How strong he felt we never spoke of.

Losing him I never thought of.
Eternity was pictured and
he never called it love.
How strong he felt we never spoke of.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Mar 2011
Spring comes and goes
tricking birds with warm winds, sun.
Snow falls the next day.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Mar 2011
In the falling snow
breaths form condensation.
Mule deer migrate on.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Mar 2011
Ocean waves calling,
salty foam licking the shore.
Soft breeze, warm sunshine.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Mar 2011
It is my secret, hidden this
fever that boils under my skin.
Burning sensations through our kiss.
It is a secret, hidden this
heartache for a man I can't miss.
In a battle I can not win.
It is my secret, hidden this
fever that boils under my skin.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Mar 2011
rings in a puddle
raindrops falling faster than
dry earth can drink
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011
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