The fire that once burned bright
Has been rained down upon by life
Words like coal and scattered ashen letters
Ripped out pages with no meaning
Letters that were never sent
And never read by its muses
Half empty bottles of liquid bravery
And cigarette boxes now empty
There lies upon the fire the meaning
Of the many things
I never understood
A myriad of kisses I never gave you
An infinite amount of seconds
I never held you
An eternity of silence where I could have
Should have told you
How much I've loved you
Burning so intensely
Are the multitude of souls of the ******
Cowards who just like me
Never once spoke of their true intentions
A concoction of nothingness
Combusted into the brightest flame
I ever did see
If I ever saw
Those last embers slowly dying
Underneath all the things I never told you
What saddens me most is not that it is over
But that these may be the last words
I ever tell you
I'm burning
For you