Fire

“Lines and trying times,
All made me realize
As I stay awake past midnight,
Nothing lives up to a fire that burns high.

Strange feeling on a burning heart
That desperately tries to stay alive,
When all is taken down by flames
That defeat those it can wildly tame.

I stay still trying to make this fire my own,
Luring it, so we could happily burn as one;
But there are boundaries we can’t forget:
Fire against fire will be the cause of my own death.

There are fights that aren’t mine,
Fires that burn for others to control,
And I can’t let uneasiness hold me back
For, if I give my all, I might not get my heart back.”

Ana