Gasoline roses

soft pale petals 

innocent 

untouched 

pinky and rosed 

with childish feelings 

leave like hands 

curled around my pinky 

and your french kisses 

warm velvet hugs 

smell 

tickled 

buried feelings 

your thorns 

pricked 

so deep 

in 

my 

rock 

hard 

heart 

bleed out 

your pollen 

awoken 

my 

taste 

for 

you 

my 

lips 

still 

tinge 

with 

of 

dipping 

my nose 

in this 

blooming

rose 

of 

hidden 

desires 

all I have is a rose 

filled 

with your words 

dump

you 

in 

gasoline 

and watch 

it charred

and die 

just 

like us 

tattooed 

with 

a 2nd-degree burn 

I wiggled my way 

under your skin

and harvested a spark 

I lit match to close 

to you 

I didn't mean 

to burn 

I was just trying to burn the rose

were gasoline roses 

so beautiful 

that were meant to burn 

I am sorry 

it's not that I don't Love you 

its just I can't let you step into the fire 

and get burned by stepping through

I am sorry ........