she is a burning flame,
and i got too close.
flames are beautiful,
powerful.
dangerous.
you may love a flame from a distance,
may warm your hands with it.
but if you get too close,
get drawn in to the allure
of the forest fire,
start to enjoy the danger...
when you begin to act upon your love...
that's when you get burned.
but pain is nothing
when i'm looking at her.
she makes me brave,
gives me the strength to bear the pain—
and then rips it all away.
loving a flame,
a force of nature
can only get you burned.
so
l i g h t
m e
u p.
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