On fire I spark, I flare I have roared and danced, with each passing day my flames fall. but with each fighting breath my heart burns to jump and race. Always so slowly my lights seem to dim. With all these flames I wear, not a one of you have noticed I'm burning. Maybe we are all on fire too. Maybe I burn alone.
Sparked thoughts of embracing you upon sheets of white. Your orange-red hair highlighting smoky green eyes that follow invisible trails of perfume as it floats across the room. The taste of your beauty lingering with the completion of each kiss. Silently putting me at ease.
some things just spark. like the way a person's smile can ignite and burn into the images of your brain. or the way a person's laugh can catch the whole room on fire. or their mannerisms dousing you in a gallon of gasoline. and then when they say hello the match drops onto you and you burst into flame.
Hiding in the bathroom Laying on the floor Weeping from the heartache Begging, "Please, no more" I cry out for help But nobody tends to listen You spark the words My name in vain I question life Am I even sane? Nothing is ever what it seems It's just a tragic fantasy
