Playing with fire would be doable he thought
A small spark lead to wildfire
Burning and consuming everything in sight
Everything that he had
Hurting everyone in the process
Out goes the fire
Ruins and ashes there is all
Of once the empty promises left
Collecting, salvaging of whatever remains he could hope to find
Start anew he thought he could
With a new bud of flower in hand
And a small of glimpse of hope of the future
Unbeknownst to all but himself
Is the eternal flame left hidden deeply in his heart
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