He set fire to her heart,
And then he fell asleep, it was late in the night.

As it burned and she suffered in agony,
She heard him snore,
Next day he went about his day,
There was work, he had to go away.

A few days passed holding on to a flickering hope,
But by the time he got back home
Her heart had turned to ashes.

Her fragrance was gone,
Now she only smelled of smoke,
It was the smell of burnt hopes and dreams,
That fire had burnt their house and that was her smell now.

With every touch, her heart crumbled and fell to the ground
In little charcoal pieces and gray dust,
There was nothing left to save,
Her knight came to her rescue a little too late.

-N

 

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