Boy,
you burn brightly
as a cigarette butt
burning in the dark at midnight
on a frosty, autumn night.

Boy,
you're like the springtime
withouth the summer hope
conversations with you move
as fast as dead frogs float.

Boy,
you stole my heart
without an aftertaste of closure.
Being with you
was an awkward-silenced chaser.

Boy,
you burn brightly
as a cigarette butt
burning holes into the carseat
of a suicidal blonde,
driving 85 into the tides
of wintery, freezing water.
 
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