What if there was a
Fire?
I fire that I
Started,
And wasn't able to
Put out?
What if that
Fire
Was sent out to do a greater
Damage
Than either of us could have
Imagined?
What if the
Flames
Consumed all that the
World had given
Us?
What did the bright
Red
Color of the fire
Demand of the demons
Beneath?
What if the
Fire was our
Love,
Destroying us both more than the
Burning feeling of
Longing
Inside of our soul?
The feel of
Sorrow
The feeling of
Hopelessness,
The feel of unending
Regret
And
Unhappiness.
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