Gasoline Smile


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

Story is marked as mature.

Your regard, your bright eyes

And your gasoline smile

Start a flame that is singeing my heart


The burning is cheering

The pain is now steering

Me nearer to corrosive art


Incandescent with passion

My vehicle's crashing

Into the brick wall of embrace


We're unsafely matched

But securely attached

Keep on smiling; our deaths end the race.


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