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Fire It isn't just destruction, It is warmth It is the sun It is life Fire It gives me drive It gives me passion It gives me feelings Fire It creates the spark It creates excitement It creates jealousy Fire It holds me to you It holds me to people It holds me to life Fire It dies It turns my face It ignites for him Fire It draws me to him It forces my hand Forces my lips The fire in my heart that burns for you is dying. It has been doused several times, but refuses to die just yet. The fire that burns for him grew too quickly and is now a poison Ripping me apart Eating away at my body from the inside, out It's ruining my relationship with you, with Rose, and with myself This fire is burning my heart alive. I can feel it roasting At least, I think that is the ache I feel in my thoracic cavity I am miserable. But I have no idea how to change that.
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
Fire
Fire It isn't just destruction, It is warmth It is the sun It is life Fire It gives me drive It gives me passion It gives me feelings Fire It creates the spark It creates excitement It creates jealousy Fire It holds me to you It holds me to people It holds me to life Fire It dies It turns my face It ignites for him Fire It draws me to him It forces my hand Forces my lips The fire in my heart that burns for you is dying. It has been doused several times, but refuses to die just yet. The fire that burns for him grew too quickly and is now a poison Ripping me apart Eating away at my body from the inside, out It's ruining my relationship with you, with Rose, and with myself This fire is burning my heart alive. I can feel it roasting At least, I think that is the ache I feel in my thoracic cavity I am miserable. But I have no idea how to change that.
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
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