i thought we would be everywere, i thought we would be forever, i thought we would be together.
still, you are but smoke and ashes to my fire. and what i need right now is another fire, real skin burning fire. with red flames and purple sparks.
i think in our case it just was not meant to happen. our fires were far too strong to burn together. maybe yours started burning earlier, but it also stopped burning before mine did. my fire is still on, yours isn't anymore. some would call this ironic, i only call it life. some would get mad at you, i only try accepting.
you cannot control fire. it maybe is as sad as it is beautiful. fire cannot be controlled.
