Fire

Your eyes look like fire The kind that greets you with a hot mug of coffee in the morning The kind that makes you want to sit, share stories and roast marshmallows Your eyes look like fire The kind that this world revolves around but can never get closer to because Your eyes look like fire The kind that starts with a flicker and creeps into forests and houses on a windy night Your eyes look like fire Not the kind that coughs out its last embers but the kind that lets out one final explosion before it turns into dark coal and ashes Your eyes looked like fire.

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