Fire
His whole life is fire
Burnt wood was his hair
His eyes were charcoal black
Smoke curled out of his lips
Burns ran down his back
His blood was flame red
Ashes colored his skin
Just like embers in the night
He glowed from within
He was warm to the touch
His words burnt my soul
He melted all who came near
But without him, I was cold
I should have known
Not to buy into his games
He was a match,
And my life went up in flames
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