Sometimes when you reach out for it, you pull back like you’ve burned. The other person isn’t even aware of the fire, but it’s burned out of control and destroyed what was and what could be.
There was a need in me, to have the words spoken, to be loved outside all possibility. I’ve cried the tears I needed to cry and cried some I didn’t.
Sometimes I feel like my love is ashes in the wind, destroyed and scattered. Like some where along the way my heart didn’t matter.
So as the wind blows, away with it this love goes and you have no idea that fire has consumed my longing desire for you.