Fire
You gave me warmth
Started a fire in my heart
Brightened my darkest day
But that fire never lasted past May.
And then it all went away
You smothered my ever action
Then burnt me at our every touch.
Covered in ashes I was suppressed
Left with not much.
Then that fire died out
And also what I saw in you.
Now lesson's learned
Never play with fire
Cuz you always end up burned.
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