by .k.u.s.h.q.u.e.e.n.c.j.   Nov 25, 2018

If I talk to you,
Im playing with fire..
I know you're no good,
But you're what I desire .
I want to burn, burn, burn.
Like I haven't learned, learned, learned.
I miss you.
I miss what we were.
Didn't care how it looked to others.
All I know is,
I never wanted another.
Because we were on fire.
Though I continued to burn,
It's like I'm addicted.
Guess I never will learn.


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