the firecrackers-

sparks in prisons

of cardboard.

she held the lighter,

shaking between her fingers,

she wanted to see something beautiful,

after all this time.

a pop,

a blossom

of pinks and oranges.

a stray flame-

and the

whole

forest

burned

down.

my heart was on fire for you

but your chest was filled with ice

i thought that maybe we still had a chance

after all, if we fight fire with fire

we all get burned, right?

see, i never minded a little burn

if it meant that you would be

there to help me heal, as i

intended to do for you

only your heart of ice

burned my fire out

now all that remains, is

ashes

if we all chew gum,

our mouths will be busy,

less talking for the smart-assed,

no talking at all for the uncoordinated.

dentured men and women,

through age old masticated wisdom,

will know better,

will resist the urge,

and for once,

the head-scartching ape,

will deal with stuff.

there will be a lot,

of scraping of shoes,

but it is better by far.

If you fight fire with fire, YES

We all have gotten burned sometimes

You can take a piece of glass and stick it up his ass. Just kidding. Haha

But if you play your cards right you can get really wet and put out that fire

Which becomes smoke

And if you know how to use your words right you can surely make his ass

CHOKE.