Simple letters,
Perfect formed syllables.
Watered down words,
Filled with emotions,
But now with no meaning.
Once was a voice,
But just like a fire,
It crackled out.
As opposed to the flames,
They rose high with a passion,
However now there's only ashes.
The words we wrote,
Our story on the page,
Has been demolished by this fire,
Which happened to be our love.