COLD BURN

We have always been too like the fire,
We took to love like a flame to the wick,
A surge of light before settling.

I thought we would burn out,
I thought that our love would consume us,
Leave us blackened and brittle.

But our little flame sways in the night air,
It bends with the day breeze,
I want a fire, engulfing us completely.

A gust of life snuffs it out,
All that is left is cold ash,
But my fingertips still feel burnt.

 

 

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