Playing With Fire
My heart is a box and you are the match
That is the only analogy of what you’re to me
You strike it over and over lighting my
Every emotions, passions and feelings.
Every time you walk on the road of my house
Every time you make me melt
I am the pyromaniac, falling in love with you
It’s like playing with fire.
First love is like playing with fire
Aglow with pain and glory.
Tell me my dear
If I am burnt into your heart
For I have learnt if you play with fire
You are going to be burnt
But playing with fire is worth it
The fire distant, pain near.
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Date 20-11-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place win
Contest: Playing with Fire by P.D.
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