She looked back
The past a flame
She gazed into his eyes
As she realized
The past was built upon lies
She remembered them growing
Like 2 seedlings entwined
Growing upwards
Tightly twisting
Now slowly lighting
Sparks a flame
Climbing up
Each lie bursts
Into flames
Until
Its nothing
But a pile of ash
Charcoal reminds her of the past
She looks into his eyes
And she cries and cries
Pupils a reflection
Of flame and heavy in shame
A reminder of the many tries
The tears she cried
All the many lies
Had sparked the fire
The past burnt up
Leaving no desire
About the Creator
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