I wasn’t suppose to fall for your love
Your entrance was a fluke
Our meeting a mishap
These feelings for you are a misfire
A chemical created, molded after your Scent
A message received that shouldn’t have been sent
A firing conceived, with no way to vent
My heart wasn’t for hire
Dire is my life the more I love
Of all my chemicals that fire
I wire yours to my temporal lobe
Above all else, you will always be my misfire, second to none
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 12:51 AM UTC
I wasn’t suppose to fall for your love
Your entrance was a fluke
Our meeting a mishap
These feelings for you are a misfire
A chemical created, molded after your Scent
A message received that shouldn’t have been sent
A firing conceived, with no way to vent
My heart wasn’t for hire
Dire is my life the more I love
Of all my chemicals that fire
I wire yours to my temporal lobe
Above all else, you will always be my misfire, second to none
