Playing with Fire
It's not as fun as it may sound.
The beautiful, dancing flames
entranced me, excited me.
I coveted the heat.
Their warnings were muffled by its roar.
I got too close -
I have scars to prove it.
Engulfed, I cried for help;
It spit me out to prowl for another.
They're right when they say
You have to be careful
Or you will get burned.
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