In the beginning,
A slight flame,
so pretty.
There is no cold,
Just a lack of heat.
You still were the warmest place they knew;
To even force a fire out of you.
To burn you down to ashes,
Left with not even a spark,
There still is no warmer place than you.
Even when it's left with no fire,
Not even warmth,
But cold.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
In the beginning,
A slight flame,
so pretty.
There is no cold,
Just a lack of heat.
You still were the warmest place they knew;
To even force a fire out of you.
To burn you down to ashes,
Left with not even a spark,
There still is no warmer place than you.
Even when it's left with no fire,
Not even warmth,
But cold.