;fire meets gasoline
You
were fire and no one dared touch you.
Not
even moths, nor butterflies, nor people who "loved you". Because you
were dangerous, yes, far too much. Yes, darling, speak a little, and they would
rush far, far away. Yes, darling, they'd run away. Yes, darling, they'd grow
afraid. Cause you were fire and fire takes away. Fire turns
today and future days into ashes and yesterdays.
You
were fire and no one dared touch you.
But
I was gasoline and I could
only love you.
-Desimandrius
