May 21, 2011

I burst into flames as she touches me,
but really it’s fine, there’s no desire to flee
the scene; I know, she cares for my safety.
I can feel it, soft, in the way that she brushes
her hand on mine, she knows me to a tee.

At first I thought, “Oh! what a pity,
that I should love her, but she, not me.
I guess I’ll give her what she wants to see:”
I burst into flames.

Now no one knows quite what to be,
and it’s annoying the amount of subtlety
we use. I thought that honesty was the key.
Look at my record, it’s common during crushes;
I burst into flames.

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