A Piece of poetry

On the fire

Do you remember how it was starting?
Did you feel the same as me?
But now everything is crumbling.
The temperature has risen to a hundred degrees.

And we are flying on the fire,
We are dying on the fire.
We can no longer stop it,
Our feelings have reached their limit.

We're turning to the ashes of our affection.
Piece by piece the wind will carry us away.
Our love has become an infection,
And it's too late to stay.

And we are flying on the fire,
We are dying on the fire.
We can no longer stop it,
Our feelings have reached their limit.

We'll never go back to the old days.
But we've learned to control our desires.
You know everything will be okay.
So, can you feel the temperature is getting higher?

And we are flying on the fire,
We are dying on the fire.
We can no longer stop it,
Our feelings have reached their limit.