Monday, December 13, 2010

To Play With Fire



To Play With Fire

You make me want to play with fire,
just smile at danger.
I’m letting my heart go reckless but I don’t care.
You’re my partner in crime,
my shelter when it begins to rain.
Some say it’s insane,
some even it’s wrong
to have such admiration for someone who’s almost a stranger,
But you make me want to play with fire,
just smile at danger.



©Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2010
 

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