Falling For Fire

When I fell for the fire,
I knew I’d get burned.
A desire destined for ash
or a scar if it spurned.

So I settled for sitting beside it,
a mere shadow in its glow.
I’ll confess to the embers
so that the flames never know.

But another came for the warmth.
All turned to smoke, and l went cold.
Snatched my light and left me cinders,
now they have the fire I was afraid to hold.