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adriana Apr 2018
the good days burn out like matches.
sparking sleepless nights and bad dreams.
the force of trying to start it again isn't
worth the ephemerality of its effect.
you never should've played with fire.
it's (i'm) nearly impossible to put out
once i'm started
Bartelo Damien Apr 2018
No puedo negarlo, quiero tu atención.

Me tienes con mis manos arriba,

rendido y esperando tus señales.

Cansado de estar tanto esperando.

Intenté pero no pude disimularlo,

terminé con un deseo muy guardado.

No pretendas que no lo sientes,

espera a que pueda tener mis manos en ti.

Podría ser, si tú quieres,

ser gasolina y fuego esta noche.

No detengas el sentimiento.

Podría ser, si tu lo deseas,

quemar totalmente el lugar.

En cualquier momento estarás conmigo.

No puedo esperar ni un segundo.

Sabes que puedo llevarte al lado salvaje,

tomar estas ganas y ponerlas en acción

¿Me explico? ¿Me sientes?

¿Me quieres? ¿Me amas?

Podría ser, si es lo que quieres,

ser gasolina y fuego esta noche.

No detengas el sentimiento.

Podría ser, si tu lo deseas,

quemar totalmente el mundo.
imma Mar 2018
I'd like to blame on the weather,
but actually it's your presence
that makes the air flammable
and my blood rush acts like a gasoline.
You are like a ball of searing fire that has my veins jumping out of my body.
If you are capable to make me feel something authentic
just by these simple and short occasions,
with you..
those little moments..
they aren't little...
When I'm with you, only you...
Psych-o-rangE Jan 2018
Winds from Africa, blow from the East
News of fire spreading nearby me
What's to be done here? What's to be gained?
The gasoline spreads, we soak up the hate

Culminations of what can go wrong
Do all of the dead deserve to be gone?
Does us the living deserve to be here?
Do all our futures deserve to be feared?

More murders makes ****** more accepted
All walks of life crash at intersections
Instead of sparing time, letting others pass
We spend our lives road raged, being unmatched

END CREDITS

Then we crash in traffic. Gasoline leaks
Sparks from the friction. Death senses who bleeds
You're crawling out your car. Gas line aflames
Tailgating fate and there were other lanes
Second one in. Cheers
sura Sep 2017
They think I write because I'm feeling emotional.
Dear me.
I wish I was emotional.
But it's the opposite, really.
I write because I feel nothing.
And feeling nothing means feeling a dull thirst.
I thirst for productivity.
I thirst for activity.
I thirst for the passion long gone.

So I wring my hollow heart out
for any inspiration
and whatever drips from it
I maximize fully,
What little gasoline remains from it I use extensively.
I strike a match
and burn everything
as much as I can,
Because I know it's nonrenewable
And I have to hoard ideas from it while stocks last, use it until the embers burn out.
-df Sep 2017
you must think i'm stupid, huh?
i saw you for what you were,
yet still i went for the ****.
but the joke was on me.
you were the gasoline and i was
the match.
the flames you emitted engulfed me.
i never had the chance of coming out alive,
and you knew that.
you devoured me whole.
i ignited you, but you burnt me.
if only you hadn't smoldered me with your deadly charm.

{d.f. - 09/02/17}
Elissa Deauvall Jul 2017
You ignited a passion in my soul
Like lighting gasoline on fire
And that's why I love you
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