Fire #12

You loved playing with fire
As a kid you burnt up all the candles
We always ran out of matchboxes
And Pappa was not pleased

Some lonely nights I’d scream
When my fears would ignite
Take over the house of thoughts
And the flames would rise high
You would come along with damp eye
And put out the fires in my mind
The ones I kept starting
And did not know how to control
They burnt my hands and heart
And I would hold onto your warmth
Fall asleep with you on guard
Protecting me from the cold world outside.

Your ashes are in the tin can
I’m holding close as the curtains blaze
I started this fire like you sometimes did
The house can fall, I need the warmth.

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