old flame
little fire,
lick me with
your seductive flames.
soothe me with
your warm embrace.
you mesmerize me
with your every step
as you dance along
to a song of your own.
beautiful to look at,
with your oranges,
yellows, and blues,
protecting me from the cold
with your over-the-top
temperatures.
light of my life,
warmth in my heart,
i need you more than
words can describe,
but i cannot get too close.
i can never quite have you,
for if i try,
if i reach out my hand
and try to grab hold
of this element i desire,
of this wonderful fire,
there’s nothing i’d earn
but a black, charred heart
and a sad, severe burn.
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