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Playing with Fire


I was always told to never play with fire

But this fire

This love

Is too beautiful to resist

 

I grasp on

I cling

And I feel no pain

 

We dance together

In perfect harmony

The flame and I

This love I thought would never die

 

But nothing is ever as it seems

And true love can only be found in dreams

 

I try to cling to the fire, no longer there

But only grasp the smoky air

 

It is not until I look at my hand and see

The pain

That this flame

This love

Caused me

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