Friday, January 10, 2014

The Fool of the Fire



A cocktail of her only sins 
Only blends fear and loneliness
And she can't count on me
To make amends
But she can always count
My greatest sins
So I touch her
Like we're out of time
And kiss her
Like I'm ready to die
I warm her
To a vibrant smolder 
And warn her
It just gets colder

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