Fire

She used my fire and burnt me to the ground.

Everything was burning to ashes, nothing was ok

everything was falling apart, and there was nobody,

but then you pulled me out of the fire.

Like my gaurdian angle, you swooped me up and out of the danger

you dropped me off where I belonged,

and where I belonged was in your arms.

You helped me love again, you made me happy once more.

You rekindled my fire, and I give it to you,

the woman who restored the flame now controls it

and it doesn't burn.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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