Gasoline runs cold, <br />The putrid fumes getting me higher and higher. <br />The fire red container now light as a feather. <br /> <br />The Christmas bear, now drowning. <br />Photos of you, and me lay submerged, <br />In a blue cylinder. <br /> <br />With a single spark, <br />From my tear. <br />It all burns away. <br /> <br />Every laugh. <br />Every kiss. <br /> <br />With <br /> no <br />remorse<br /><br />jessie morton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goodbye-177/
