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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2010 Apr 27 Comment on this Work [[2010.04.27.00.37.3216]] |
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Your words and looks are like fire. Will it kill me or take me higher? It's like reading a love letter on fire in my hands. The edges are burning up, burning up. I can't read the next line before worrying about the first. Why is it that I always feel the worst when I give myself away, piece by piece? You don't deserve it, or preserve it, you just light me on fire and try to burn my fingers with every word and look, like fire. Charred nails and a ash covered heart--do you love me? Or were you a tease, a spark that sears my very being, painfully so. God, I pray that the sprinklers will put you out--I'm sick of living in doubt. You got me burning up, burning up... There's not much left now. I can't even see your signature or the promises you made. I pray the sprinklers will put you out, before you char my nails and cover me with ash. Your words and looks are like fire. And I'm burning up. |