I'm the kind of girl who burns through guy friends like rubber on tiers, like sulfur on matches, like gasoline and kerosine and flameward moths. But I don't want to burn through you. We just go together so well—like puzzle pieces. You and I are like day and night, sun and moon. If you only knew how it eats me up inside, keeping my cool. I feel this tiny spark dancing in my heart and it threatens to rake my body in flames, ready to pounce on me, licking and biting at the first sign that I'm falling for you. I'm really trying to hold my fuse right now, but one second we're joking and laughing and in the next you say something that tugs at me and I feel my hold on it slipping. If I don't burn you first, this fire in my bones will certainly consume me.
Love's vine stems from the heart; it is ivy creeping through iron gates. Wanders free through stony soil, rushing stream, and bank. It can loiter in the garden, and fall victim to the spring rain. But do not despair, my dear, for its passion is like a flame: Forever burning in its tendrils, its coiled roots and leaves; survives environs menace, summer's blaze, and winter's freeze.
sometimes she is hard to love and makes you question yourself. she can be a riddle talking of the future, but only living for today. she is amazing in so many ways unexpected and beautiful. with all of that she sets my heart a blaze and captures my soul.
He walked past skyscrapers and city lights Passing the school every night. "I'll still be here," He mumbled into the dusk While asteroids blazed overhead. Days followed by In a solar system, running down. The more he looked up - The more he felt like gravity was letting loose "Someday, somehow, we'll collide." Forever hoping, It was who they were. They were on a collision course.