my body is a house
my heart a fireplace
awaiting another to enter
many have entered
attempting to escape the cold
but temporary warmpth
will always fade
but then another knocked
he stepped ever so cautiously
so as not to shake my walls
he traveled the stairs
exploring my mind
a place no one dare enter
he ventured on
even as the cold seeps back in
he returned to the fireplace
and from his pocket pulls a match
he has the power to ignite me
to make me flicker and glow
but i feel he is afraid
not of getting burned
but of burning me down
of engulfing me in flames
that he nor i
would be able to escape
