Gasoline & Smoke

He lived like the night—

Quiet, cold, and out of sight.

Whiskey heart, paper soul,

Half a man, half a hole.

She came in laughing like thunder,

Red lips, trouble, and wonder.

Every word she said burned slow,

Set fire where he’d built snow.

She’s gasoline, he’s smoke—

Together they both choke.

He never breathed ‘til she lit the spark,

Now he’s burning up in the dark.

She’s wildfire, he’s control,

She kissed the cracks in his soul.

And now the man who never broke

Is nothing but gasoline and smoke.

She danced like sin in a summer storm,

He watched, pretending to stay warm.

She tore the silence from his throat,

Made him feel what he never wrote.

She’s gasoline, he’s smoke—

Together they both choke.

He never breathed ‘til she lit the spark,

Now he’s burning up in the dark.

She’s wildfire, he’s control,

She kissed the cracks in his soul.

And now the man who never broke

Is nothing but gasoline and smoke.

Now he dreams in color, bleeds in light,

Loses the fight he never tried.

She laughs, and the world ignites—

He’d die to feel that twice.

She’s gasoline, he’s smoke—

Love’s the match they both stroke.

The world fades, their hearts provoke,

Two souls tangled in the choke.

She’s wildfire, he’s control,

She kissed the ashes from his soul.

Now all that’s left when morning broke—

Gasoline and smoke.