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In Fire and Flame
He can’t sleep,
He can’t eat,
He can’t think straight as the world seems turned upside down,
His every waking thought is about her,
He’s perpetually bound to that dream cloud
...and it burns…
Beyond the core deep in his soul with an aching fever that feels like it lasts forever,
Lost in the endeavor,
He thinks that if he
wishes,
hopes,
or prays with all his strength that the universe will bring her to him,
Obsession.
All his will is bent toward her,
All his attention is focused on her,
All his intention is founded on the sole purpose of her existence
That her mere presence gives him an exhilaration that can only be described as…
Total ecstasy.
Then
They became friends,
He knew it was the only way to get to her heart,
He’d drop hints once in a while to test the waters,
Because every time she was with someone new,
It burned.
He got ink with her name,
In fire and flames
For the hell she put him through,
For the torture of loving and not being loved in return,
He was consumed by a yearning that nothing seemed to soothe the ache.
The years passed,
And she married someone else,
Had children, bought a home and moved far away,
Still he felt compelled to follow,
Just in case if tomorrow it all fell apart,
He’d be there,
Close,
Burning in fire and flame,
Waiting.
He can’t eat,
He can’t think straight as the world seems turned upside down,
His every waking thought is about her,
He’s perpetually bound to that dream cloud
...and it burns…
Beyond the core deep in his soul with an aching fever that feels like it lasts forever,
Lost in the endeavor,
He thinks that if he
wishes,
hopes,
or prays with all his strength that the universe will bring her to him,
Obsession.
All his will is bent toward her,
All his attention is focused on her,
All his intention is founded on the sole purpose of her existence
That her mere presence gives him an exhilaration that can only be described as…
Total ecstasy.
Then
They became friends,
He knew it was the only way to get to her heart,
He’d drop hints once in a while to test the waters,
Because every time she was with someone new,
It burned.
He got ink with her name,
In fire and flames
For the hell she put him through,
For the torture of loving and not being loved in return,
He was consumed by a yearning that nothing seemed to soothe the ache.
The years passed,
And she married someone else,
Had children, bought a home and moved far away,
Still he felt compelled to follow,
Just in case if tomorrow it all fell apart,
He’d be there,
Close,
Burning in fire and flame,
Waiting.
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