Like a moth to a flame
a place of closed doors
and glimmering light
thoughts to dream
the fantasy of life
there is just something about you
something about those eyes
that keeps the fire alive
can two souls connect so deeply
they may physically touch?
can one heat get so hot
it ignites an earthly sinful lust?
keep your silver spoons
and all your fancy wine
you can have your red carpet night
even diamonds couldn't give light
to the blind
as long as this dies
but it engulfs me
I shall accept the gift of scars
for even if the fire burns out
they are the remnants
of what we are.
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