You said to me
you thought I might be playing with fire again
With that worried look in your eyes
I thought
what a funny thing for boy like him to say
Yet I said nothing meant to refute it
If I had spoken
You perplex me
I know some things about you
You carry pockets full of firecrackers,
cigarettes and other smoking devices
or vices
And here is a secret you've always known about me
I've pockets full of matches;
boxes and boxes of them, strike anywhere contraptions
I've always had a strange sense of humor;
I think my fingers have healed up fine,
I consider the callous as wisdom,
and I never meant to light you on fire like that
What did you think
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I love the image play here, the danger and the matches, conflagration just a moment away...
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Thanks for reading.
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