It’s the isolation of my scarlet heart
That hurts the most
Exhaling into this mask I wear
Secretly mouthing a dirty swear
Was I a tart?
Did I catch your eye?
Licking my lips, you know the ones 😉
Hungry for your beast sized meal…
So eager…to show my beaver
Could I not see the flame through the fire?
or
Was it the fire I couldn’t see through you, my flame?
