Falling in love with him was as fast as wild fires spread,
continuosly playing fake scenarios in my head.
"You're playing with fire" is what I've always said,
But finding him was like following the end of my red thread.
All it took was my phone and an app,
Listening to my fingers go "tap, tap, tap".
"You're playing with fire” it sounded like a trap.
But I would protect him in a snap,
Our kisse...