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Girls like her


Girls like her were landmines. She was so beautiful, yet so dangerous to look at Like an eclipse, if you stared too long she'd ruin your eyes. If I stared too long someone would notice But I'd go blind trying to memorize the details of her face. She should have come with a warning lable The fire within her was intoxicating, the smoke suffocating The softness of her skin burning amber into mine as they touched But I was taught to never to play with matches You see the arsonist in me admired the flames Despite the welts that came with it Girls like her were hurricanes. They say nature is the definition of beauty Ive never been one for the outdoors But I could get lost in the mountains of her curves and the waves of her hair Breathtaking landscapes I yearned to explore Thunderstorms and all I wanted to dance in the rain and splash in her puddles But I was taught to bring an umbrella and not muddy up my sneakers I am tainted by her smile Poisoned by her lips A forbidden fruit so forgive me lord for I have sinned for wondering what she tasted like She was everything I wanted and everything I could not have A dream you that makes you force yourself to sleep Because that's the only way you can chase after it Girls like her are fatal. So beware for she comes with no warning lable I am slowly dying, suffocating in her breath So be cautious Because if she gets you It might just feel like living
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