I ain’t ever going to get over
molten hot
You’re like Lady Luck in a fiery cradle of yessss
You made me dip into the volcano
You made me understand what’s really
I ain’t ever going to get over
Hot, worse than hell, drinking in sin
I am so lost in your tendrils of kindling majesty,
I am so lost in
What looks like heaven but feels like hell
I ain’t ever going—
Burn, melt, trip
Like glass blowing you reshaped me with your fiery pit
Incandescence radiates like a angel glow
You have caused the conflagration of my soul
I ain’t
Ever going to get over
You
Inferno of light & destruction
It’s though you caught me in a million deadly eyes of darkness, raining pyre
Within
(You)
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"Like glass blowing you reshaped me with your fiery pit" I loved that line a lotttt!
"You’re like Lady Luck in a fiery cradle of yessss" that is one hell of a good line Melissa. I felt this piece - we'll done!