Fire

I am desperately afraid of the Fire within,
Afraid it is some kind of trend.
If I fall head over heel for you,
I fear I shall be burned through and through.
It is my soul it will devour,
Here in my darkest hour.
It is drawing the from out of my lungs,
It licks my face with demon tongues.
The flames grow higher,
As does my desire.
So what if I melt into a pool,
I am willing to be your fool.
And if I am around to see the dawn again,
It is your heart I hope to WIN!

MO:DPS
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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April 25, 2011 at 7:04 AM
I know the feeling of standing at the edge of that cliff, Brandy. You have captured the hesitation and irresistible urge to jump so resonantly that it makes me live again my own life's moments terror. Well done.
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