When I was younger, they used to tell me
don't play with fire
& I really don't understand why.
I mean, sure, it can burn
[[but really, it's a rush]]
so I'd rather be scarred
-charred-
than feelnothingatall.
sooner or later in life, you'll find someone who
will you twist you around, up & down ↔
inside out~
& I hope I'm there to watch
scratch that, I hope it's me;
'cause honey, when you're
jumping for the
thrill of the fall,
{anything goes.}
& baby, fireiscatching
& if I burn?
You burn with me.
But let me just say
if
(& when)
there's nothing left to burn
I'll catch myself on fire
because you never forget the face of the person
who was your last
hope.
So you can leave me tied to that stake
[who doesn't love a good death sentence?]
just know that I will always come back
in the flicker of a candle, the spark of a flame
haunting with fire
just burns worse.
/3