A Fire In The Rain
It couldn't work, at least not now,
that was your point of view.
"I'd wait here all my life," I said,
"I'll wait here just for you."
Flash forward to that fateful night,
the one with me and you,
the night where friends became
much more, we started something new.
The rain is rolling in tonight,
to wash our sins, they say.
In rain we'll dance, no one will see,
we'll dance the night away.
Alone at last, to you I said,
"you look like poetry."
That night we were but simple ghosts,
and love sank into me.
Now that's not where the story ends,
we fuelled forbidden flame.
The friends we lost blew out the fire,
now we won’t ever be the same.
The question begs, ‘what have I learnt?’
Play with fire, get badly burnt.
So douse that flame, it’s not the season,
and fire’s forbidden for a reason.
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