Ecstatic

.111.

You started a fire in her soul

But tomorrow came

And you left her shivering in the cold

So she gathered what little embers left of her

She carefully whispered love her dying self

Now she's a burning forest, as bright as the sun

And all you could do is look at her with awe.

For you'd never imagine a girl.

Looking so fragile and naive

Would one day become a fire

That you could never put out