people brought matchsticks when they came,
not knowing that my heart's as dry as the stones.
as words stringed together into conversations,
inside of my rib-cage, their matchsticks put a spark.
the smiles they smiled, the songs they heard,
the roads they took when put on a thoroughfare -
they fanned the fire gnawing inside of my core.
as our breaths mingled into a breeze which
knows nothing of the place it came from,
there was a wildfire, darling, a wildfire.
a wildfire that burnt like it had never seen the sun,
that strolled around like it's drunk on wanderlust;
a wildfire meant to warm up cold and lonely hearts,
burn down the walls and build bridges -
but people hated summers and forest fires;
they don't dance around and kiss under
the scorching sun and the heaving heat.
as the fire in my heart touched their skin,
they ran away to the lands where it rained.
now it's raining, raindrops escaping my eyes
and slowly trickling down to my chest.
the wildfire seems to be in control now,
now my dreams seemed to be tamed.
the fire has died down, and listen,
i think my soul died down with it too.
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Author's note:
Would you have let the wildfire in your heart die down? What would you have done? Embraced your summer or the rain that everyone loves?
Also "Wildfire" by Seafret is such a lovely song. Can't stop humming it. (':
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