Gasoline Love.

If relationships does stink, it would probably smell like gasoline. 

Flammable, intoxicating, but weirdly addicting. 

Which is why i always carry a lighter in my pocket just incase, 

so i suggest you all stop rubbing all your romancing in my face.

Fuel me up with some loving,

I'm getting romantically hopeless by the minute.

Cruising fast, crashing, and falling -

I'm black and blue only for you and your wit.

Away.

The train's leaving, with me or without

I can hear my name being called, but it's a distant shout

A nervous watch on one hand, in every second i was slapped by doubt

A wilting flower on the other, in the end i remain seated with a pout

It'll happen when it happens, & it will happen with its own reasons

Others will evolve & so will you, as we continue to dance with the current season

Another busy day, i can hear the shoes of strangers screeching in their conversations

As i watch the petals of my flowers fall, pieces of me scream melodiously in unison

I need water for my flowers

I need water for this dry soul

Youth wrinkles in thought-filled showers

& not all of us can fit into a fish bowl