A fire burns hottest when it's deep in the soul,
flames heating up the passion but paying a toll.
You can't escape it, no matter where you hide,
the heat consumes everything you have inside.
It cooks your feelings and it burns up your heart,
a lingering smoke that never fades or parts.
Ashes remain even long after the fire is out,
hot and wonderful sensations remain with no doubt.
The fire is not there anymore, you know this to be,
but the feelings and wishes are left there to see.
No matter what you do tomorrow or even today,
the heat of the fire is always left to stay.
You try to make a new spark to ignite it once more,
but the ashes turn to dust and are blown from the floor.
The desire of the flames embraces and consumes,
needing the heat once more to come back to you.
Remembering every memory that was hotter than the last,
begging for the heat, but just living in the past.
You can't move on and you never wanted it to end,
praying and hoping she fuels the fire all over again.
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