06/15/20
“I was suicidal with a thirst for gasoline and she was a pyromaniac angel delivering a gift to me. It was a match made in heaven.”
Unknown
Her love is fatal
Because I’m suicidal.
I only want gasoline,
In the way I should need water,
But only after.
She’s fatal
Because she's an angel.
I love to flirt with Death,
And she loves to play with fire.
I’m not a religious person,
But I swear God exists
Because I have an unquenchable thirst,
And she's a pyraomaniac.
I’m not a religious person,
But I swear Heaven exists
Because nothing else explains our coincidental perfection.
And she’s my angel.
I’m suicidal
And she’s intrinsically fatal
Because she’s a pyromaniac angel.
About the Creator
Emery Pine
I’m a poet with sprinklings of fiction. I write with the soul, so I hope you find it interesting and relatable
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