it was 3:33 in the morning
our room was dark and without light
I peered through the blinds

it was snowing outside
but I was burning inside
as I gazed upon the scene before me I started to remember

our matchbox forms
so packed
so tight

our contents volatile
always ready to ignite
under passion's slightest strike

yet still i did
on bended knee
propose to thee with plastic ring

what a foolish thing
to have been so frugal
to have built our love on something so fragile

to have forged our bond with something
that melts
under phosphorus's light

our love a forever malformed plastic specter