Matches

As i sit and watch this match burn, 

it reminds me of when we met, 

to strike the red across the strip,

it's like the spark we used to have.

It ignites so quick and vibrant, 

it sends my nerves astray, 

the beauty of unknowing, 

as the wood is set to flame.

It's like the first time i kissed your lips, 

surprise, fear and anxiety, 

and as the flame burns the match in hand, 

i wonder if you ever loved me. 

I'm a crazy, lonely son of a b***h, 

and the room fills with the smell of burning, 

i haven't heard your voice in days, 

and this heart of mine goes on breaking.

I glance towards the burning flame, 

place my idea's to the stake, 

i hope to god we don't end up like this match i hold, 

i pray we don't poetically relate.

It's like the untouched areas are the future, 

the flame is my heart when you're near, 

and the charred, ugly, after math, 

is my heart when you disappear.

when you drag the red across the strip, 

that spark so long ago so new, 

i'll say again we aren't to end up as i see this match, 

to burn out and forever lose you. 

I know I don't deserve you, 

You never need say it twice, 

but please leave me and tell me what i already know, 

rather than treat me like a princess,

waiting for her knight.
But i will wait for you, 

as the flame near kiss my my fingertips i bend, 

to put it out in water,
to wait for the spark of another to ignite again.