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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