In the beginning, there was a box,
Filled with tiny wax figurines.
In it, there were me and you,
Eclectic velleities, forgotten dreams,
Sparks that lit the world alight.
Now your heart was content, but mine
Flying becomes soaring,
Asking to imploring-
Reaching to seizing,
Sparkling to burning
Until all the stars in the night sky
Until all the fire burns away our
I hold onto you tighter than I’ve ever had before,
You’re the only thing
That I needed
Since the beginning.
Then your flame began quivering,
Perspiration dripping down
Your half-melting face, and I
Realise too late what I had done
And then suddenly
Without warning, without goodbye
You’re drowning within yourself,
And on impulse,
I fist my hand and crush your flame,
And it dies. You die.
I'm left kneeling
by a pool of you
by a pile of ashes,
and dancing smoke
back to where we started,
back to where we ended.
don't burn out
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