Fires
We are living in a generation of people,
that are great at starting fires
but horrible at keeping them alive.
People who find it so easy
to awaken something so raw and powerful
only to let it burn out mere moments later.
I, along with countless others, would rather,
be consumed entirely by the warm flame of an embrace
than be left cold and lonely with an empty pit.
Yet the other half doesn’t truly understand
just how delicate a smoldering heart is.
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