If You Forget To Breathe When We Kiss

The name was too long for the box, but the title is:

If You Forget To Breathe When We Kiss, You're Heart May Stop Beating
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If you get cold, that fire's not going to warm your veins; try a taste of gasoline to forge your heart into burning bright for you.

It whispers softly, "It's not about a true fire of melting points, it's about the intentions of passion."

And we shrugged away its meaning, just as we shrug away every chance we have a happiness. We shiver, "It's just a game - a forgery of the mind." You shrug your sweater closer; "It's just a little chilly out here, with the starlights bearing down an ugly tune as the only light we have left; it's just a little chilly."

If the heart is dead and burning, we're more likely to get hurt then if we douse it with a prayer; that prayer is only going to listen if you're not a sinner. And far past that Heaven, we'll breathe a little sharper and the leak you call a thought (though you really shouldn't flatter yourself) will beckon you farther to your prayer. The stars will answer if only you stop breathing - they don't like your oxygen. Now, I forgot to mention if you find this passion to let me know; I'll beckon you with my arms and show you what passion really means.

Your heart whispers softly, "It's not about a true fire of melting points, it's about the intentions of passion." And when you state, "It's just a little chilly out here, maybe you should show me passion." We'll have to shrug away your passages and tease you with our hearts.

But listen closely: if you forget to breathe when we kiss, you're heart may stop beating. I'll give you a lesson when I show you real passion; maybe then you'll believe in a passion that could chill your veins and freeze your blood, or maybe you'll then believe that this passion is a little thing we'll carefully label as love, a love that will warm your heart, and maybe even forge your blood cells into one.