You came into my cold dark forest
You produced small sparks for when I was cold
You showed me warmth that seemed innocent
But those sparks turned into a small fire
I thought I was happy
But it was only your happiness fooling me
I thought I had warmth
But it was the sensation of my flesh burning
I thought I had you
But you were never really there
So I ept letting you grow and grow
Hoping you would really be here
Until it engulfed my entire wooded area
I was overwhelmed with the heat and the love I was forced to experience
And before I was adjusted
You were gone
You spread to someone else's forest
To leave them too
Leave them in the same state I am in
With nothing but ash and pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem