Firelover
I loved it
when you were lite
and you wrapped me
in your warmth
I loved them,
those sounds you would make
when we sat together
on a cold, winter night
Love turned,
turned into hate,
As your warmth
began to burn me
And the soft whispers
turned into roars
as you spiral
out of control...
You, My Firelover.
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