Playing With Fire
...and we've all been burned
before, yet we are fascinated
with the fire. Every one of us
has been careless with our
hearts, but the love we shared
was worth the blood we shed.
And those of us who are
wise...the ones who know the
risk but gamble with love
anyway, live without
regrets...for though we
continue to build up walls
around our hearts, the hopeless
romantics always leave a few
bricks loose...with hopes that
someone will still find a way in
with enough time and effort.
And though tomorrow may find
us heartbroken...today we
choose to live in this moment.
We will always chase those
butterfly feelings yet never
count the tears...for infatuation
becomes adulation, and then
love blossoms like wild flowers
after a spring rain...never
wondering if they will be
scorched by the sun tomorrow,
but instead opening themselves
to feel beautiful...if only for
today.
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