"...it's like playing with fire"
And what's wrong with playing with fire?
You forgot—I'm a pyromaniac.
I love the burn;
the smell of the singe;
the way it makes my cheeks flush
as it dances along my skin,
flickering in my eyes.
We took the safe way out,
and I'm freezing.
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
"...it's like playing with fire"
And what's wrong with playing with fire?
You forgot—I'm a pyromaniac.
I love the burn;
the smell of the singe;
the way it makes my cheeks flush
as it dances along my skin,
flickering in my eyes.
We took the safe way out,
and I'm freezing.
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