I was on fire,
Full of desire.
Spinning round,
Round,
Round,
round,
Burning like a blue star.
You were so full of passion,
Like it was a fashion
Pulling me down,
Down,
Down,
Down
Lower than the social bar.
My flames were famished,
Your passion began to quench.
Making me drown
Drown
Drown
Drown
Stuck under your glacial gaze.
But I am not falling for it
Never again.
I will burn again.
Hotter
Brighter
A blazing light
Shining on my people,
Singing our songs.
My fire is my voice,
Louder.
Louder,
Prouder,
Prouder,
My flames are hotter
And baby, you’re gonna watch me burn.
And I'm gonna to burn.
Baby,
I'm going to burn.
Like a blue star.
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Oooo, the repetition made it seem like song lyrics and I sang it to my own tune. Loved your poem!