Gasoline roses
soft pale petals
innocent
untouched
pinky and rosed
with childish feelings
leave like hands
curled around my pinky
and your french kisses
warm velvet hugs
smell
tickled
buried feelings
your thorns
pricked
so deep
in
my
rock
hard
heart
bleed out
your pollen
awoken
my
taste
for
you
my
lips
still
tinge
with
of
dipping
my nose
in this
blooming
rose
of
hidden
desires
all I have is a rose
filled
with your words
dump
you
in
gasoline
and watch
it charred
and die
just
like us
tattooed
with
a 2nd-degree burn
I wiggled my way
under your skin
and harvested a spark
I lit match to close
to you
I didn't mean
to burn
I was just trying to burn the rose
were gasoline roses
so beautiful
that were meant to burn
I am sorry
it's not that I don't Love you
its just I can't let you step into the fire
and get burned by stepping through
I am sorry ........