You asked me by chance in a momentary passing
if I happened to have a lighter
I patted my pockets desperately
for the red one that is usually hidden
I saw you were already turning to leave
and knowing I was losing time
I promptly lit myself on fire just to see
your statuesque form inhale in front of me a bit longer
I watched you walk away into the gray fog
I've never seen you since that day
But I have ever since found myself burning
Literally singed with desire
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
You asked me by chance in a momentary passing
if I happened to have a lighter
I patted my pockets desperately
for the red one that is usually hidden
I saw you were already turning to leave
and knowing I was losing time
I promptly lit myself on fire just to see
your statuesque form inhale in front of me a bit longer
I watched you walk away into the gray fog
I've never seen you since that day
But I have ever since found myself burning
Literally singed with desire
