There was a sparkle in her eye that would set my heart on fire,
Even though it burned, the blisters were worth the softness of her lips against mine.
But blisters burst
Open wounds fester
Flames turn to wildfire
Then all I could taste was smoke
And I begged for it to rain.
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC
There was a sparkle in her eye that would set my heart on fire,
Even though it burned, the blisters were worth the softness of her lips against mine.
But blisters burst
Open wounds fester
Flames turn to wildfire
Then all I could taste was smoke
And I begged for it to rain.
