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
As she carefully whispered love to 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 imagined that a girl
Looking so fragile and naive,
Would one day become a fire
That you could never ever put out.
-cynthia go/forest fire