Tempted, teased, taunted, dizzier
the kindling of an old fire
the way you sing
the way you touch
the way you kiss
the way you smile
o how you make me melt
I'm a stick of butter left on the
table of a hot summers day
but yet i will always be alone
a single light candle left on a tomb stone
a small lite glowing in the darkness
awaiting to be put out
awaiting to be put to peace
