I am not what I waslove's fire:More Like This
> charred cinders.
make coal heart
> crushed and turned
To dust and ashes.
But now I spread
these ashes to the wind,
loving in each stranger
the love I thought
I'd find in you.
This was once a passionate heart,
I have since changed to charcoal
And thence to finest powder;
I thought it'd be gems and glitter,
but the journey of love is strange.