A flame here
A tickle there
burning everything to the ground.
Matches and a lighter
a rebel and a fighter
committing arson, the perfect crime.
A love of fire
and the taste of desire
made this love strong.
But as her world burned
his world turned
and nothing would ever be the same.
Because burns heal
but she never will
because she loves him a bit too much.
So the flames with consume her
and he'll be the consumer
taking her world
and watching it
burn.
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PoetryA collection of poetry. Classic feelings added to classic thoughts equals classic poetry. Rated PG-13 for language. © 2015 layschips1