“you could have any girl”, they all tell me, but they don’t understand.
Love for me,
is something unplanned
a spark
a tingle
a simple touch of the hand…
from this spark a wild fire grows ablaze,
burning only hotter and hotter each day
“don’t get too close to the flames”
“they shall soon burn you!” they warn,
but between pain and love I am certainly torn
is it better to have loved and been fucked over than feeling alone?
that will be enscribed on my tombstone
girl after girl, chance after chance,
nothing but burns and lack of romance