I write this knowing you will read the words and never understand them.
It\'s OK,
I am not sure I understand either.
Just stay on the page with me and read between the lines ...
What can I do?
During a time between you and I,
the fire took over me;
Its flames suffocated me
But I did not die ...
it simply became a part of me.
I became wild,
uncontrollable,
untouchable.
Oh, what can I do?
There is smoke around me, it gets hard to breathe.
The fire consumed me and
its flames forever dance in the pupils of my eyes.
What can I do?
I join the flames in their dance.
Everything burned,
it burned bright;
but everything was also so dark.
Until one day, it was not.
In the midst of the flames and ashes,
I saw a light that warmed even the fire in me.
Oh, what can I do?
I spread my wings and flew to it.
Unlike Icarus,
the light did not burn me;
for I was already on fire.
When I reached the light,
it did not burn me
but warm my heart.
That light was you.