Treasure Island

Alex Fischer

(01/10/1992 / North Little Rock, Arkansas)

The Burning Fire


There is something burning in my heart
Spreading like a forest fire
It engulfs my body and my mind
Taking over me it burns me alive
This fire is burning ever so hot
All the time

If I ever try to put the fire out
I know I could not
For my heart is in too deep to be wrought
From its fiery pit which it burns aloft
This fire burns me now
All the time

The fire does not hurt as it burns my flesh
In fact I enjoy it as I burn
For this fire is not fire
But this fire is love
And with love I burn
For the one I love

Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Edited: Saturday, September 18, 2010

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