You lit a fire so blue that I could smell the smoke
And try to put it out with my paint-covered hands
Ones you knew would be flammable and
Tainted with gluey residue
For me not to escape you would do anything
But you forgot I've licked too many flames
To collapse at all the flight in yours
Blue is in my blood
And my veins are on fire
They resemble warm snow at the tip
Of your pen’s galaxies
Except you don’t know how to write
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
You lit a fire so blue that I could smell the smoke
And try to put it out with my paint-covered hands
Ones you knew would be flammable and
Tainted with gluey residue
For me not to escape you would do anything
But you forgot I've licked too many flames
To collapse at all the flight in yours
Blue is in my blood
And my veins are on fire
They resemble warm snow at the tip
Of your pen’s galaxies
Except you don’t know how to write
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