A mouth full of gasoline + a match stick for a heart, she whispers to him nice and low set me on fire
She’s willing to stare disaster in it’s Eager eyes.
She wouldn’t dream of running before her Time with him is Up.
With his Arms like Alcohol, she can’t help but feel Altered when they are around her.
With his Body like running Water, she’s as good as Drown.
With his Smile like Oxygen, she’s not Gasping for Air just yet.
With his face like a love song, too bad she’s never been know to carry a tune.
With a matchstick between her lips + her heart of gasoline she waits for her moment
to set him on fire.
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 4:14 PM UTC
A mouth full of gasoline + a match stick for a heart, she whispers to him nice and low set me on fire
She’s willing to stare disaster in it’s Eager eyes.
She wouldn’t dream of running before her Time with him is Up.
With his Arms like Alcohol, she can’t help but feel Altered when they are around her.
With his Body like running Water, she’s as good as Drown.
With his Smile like Oxygen, she’s not Gasping for Air just yet.
With his face like a love song, too bad she’s never been know to carry a tune.
With a matchstick between her lips + her heart of gasoline she waits for her moment
to set him on fire.
I dedicate this poem to all the attractive men I have ever seen :)
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