When we met, you pursued me like fire
Running from the past, I was running from chance
The chance of heartbreak, the fading into nothing
But the flames caught up and you trapped me inside.
So then the scared little girl fell in love
Safety in solitude becomes futile
When someone builds you up,
And fixes all the bleeding wounds.
A heart ripped into pieces made whole
Who knew three words would change the world
So the fires grew in a glorious fury
And the flames consumed every untouched part.
The fire fed by unmatched passion grew,
But flames fade, flames die
And just as your flames chased me
They began to chase another
When playing with fire someone always gets burned
But no one said being filled of fire to have it taken away was worse
A.S.
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Another Tragic Story
PuisiA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
