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You didn't
break down the walls
that I'd built around my heart.
You didn't
find the key
I had kissed goodbye.
You didn't
climb the walls
into my self destructive prison.
No,
you stole
matches and gasoline.
You
burned down the walls
with a fire
I have never felt before.
You are the most
beautiful kind of arsonist
with a spark
in your touch
and a burn
in your kiss.
I can only watch
the flames flicker
as they climb higher
and pray
that rain will not come.




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Justsomegirlwhoisalwaysthere said...
Nov. 25, 2011 at 10:29 pm:
This is great!!!! It paints a picture in my head hahaha:)
 
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ustukushii said...
Oct. 28, 2011 at 12:01 am:
I like it.
 
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