Burn It

by Vanessa   Dec 26, 2009


My skins burns like ice. Your breath reeks of coal. I wish I could be what you want me to be, but that's just not how I work. You pulls me close, and melt away my skin, burn all of my walls. I know what your trying to do, and it's not going to work. You look me in the eyes, see the flame burning within me, your convinced, and wont let me go.

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