From dust we become, to dust we return
on this vicious cycle of love
Will I forever be burned?
Can I, infact call it love
when love itself has no aim for destruction?
Fear resides behind the very idea of this spontaneous combustion
Then again, I ask
What is love without it’s soaring, vigorous flames?
two souls intertwining, breaking the frame
No boundaries aliasing in the name of time and space
But it is to love in which I am afraid to face
Perhaps I drew too close to the heat, never quite found that fiery beat
Either way, were the flames meant to defeat?
From dust we become, to dust we return.
I pray this time that the wind carries me to a flame that will not burn.
via Daily Prompt: Scorched
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