Am I the only one who loves the smell of fire? It just envelopes you. Hugs you and welcomes you. Like the darkness. The smell is so inviting. And the colors. They just dance. A beautiful dance. Every time you have a campfire. You throw some papers in. Or some firewood. The fire welcomes it and dances with it. And the smoke. Oh the smoke. It brings the wonderful smell of fire to you. It shows you the way... Oh how I love fire. In all of its beautiful destruction.
Fire {Poem}
People hate you. They bring you down.
They destroy you, only to build you back up.
They use you. All the time. And then they put you out.
But I won't. I'll let you live.
As long as you are mine.
I'll build you up until you can go no further.
I'll love you. Let you take me. Let you see me for me.
I would love to be able to touch you, without getting burned.
Hug you, without you going out.
Dance with you, without dying.
Oh fire, how I would love you to be with me always.
To be there when I just want to see you.
All of your beautiful flames.
And your graceful dancing.
And it would be amazing.
Oh fire, I wish you were all mine.
And I, was all yours...
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~My Thoughts~
Non-FictionThis is just somewhere I write things. I start thinking and then I start writing. It might be sad, it might be happy, or it it could be infuriating. A little birdy told me to open up a bit. So I will. To you.
