I sometimes compare the fire to our love. When it's first lit and the flame meets the wood, it's exciting and the lights burn brightly, like our love. But over time the flame dies, it slowly turns to ashes and it no longer brings joy and excitement. You can keep adding things to the fire to make it keep burning but it always has to burn out. Again, I sometimes compare our love to fire. Our love was so beautiful, so full of excitement for a very long time. Until I realized that the fire inside of us will slowly die out and we have nothing left to burn.
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The Stories Of You & I
PoetryThese are poems written by the faint hearted, the dreamer and the lover.