Rambling fire

A slow burn like wet gunpowder mixed with dry, the ruined with the ruinous, the truth with the lie

A kiss is all I have to give, a touch to make one cry

I’ve fought my battles and lost my wars, I’ve drunken from the wells of sorrow

But then I saw into you, and breaking heart, I’m born anew.

But always, always burning

Don’t take me in your arms my love lest you be burning too

Or hold me close and trust, my flame is ever for you

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