You left the kind of impression on my heart that singed my insides. It branded your name on my tongue and everyday I couldn't stay away from the connection. It was so strong that it made an atheist believe in God again. Over and over you told me that one day things will start looking up on me and that you just needed the time to heal. What a fool I was to believe that love existed in a man who played with fire. You easily burn me with desire, passion a never ending sadness that only grows like a **** deep inside the cracks of my broken heart.