Fire

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Eyes like a flame

draw me to you

like a moth to a glowing fire

Feeling like I've always loved you

We get to the point of no return

seeing only our world, through half shut eyes


After a reckless summer

Clouds turn black

And we stop seeing the world

through rose-tinted eyes

Hiding behind blank stares

We wonder what could've been


Where have the days gone

When we always had each other

But despite different points of view

we find each other again soon

And an old flame,

A dying fire, starts to burn

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