it’s the fire


it’s the fire

 

that troubles your fragile peace

and corrupts your hopes for happiness

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that brings back hearts and minds

you once fell for and never faded away

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that forbids you to forget

those eyes you surrendered to

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that makes the story you avoided

to repeat itself over and over again

in some parallel universe

you wrongly believe

it is just your imagination

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that makes you stand in your way

when everything else is finally well

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that haunts you at times

pushing you into battles

that noone else can see

but you

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that makes you fall under yourself at times

blaming the other

for who you are

and for who you are not

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that makes your dreams

unfair and sweet like hell

but the awakenings painful

and the air hard to inhale

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it’s the fire

*

some days it happens like a flame

in others like a conflagration

but always when you

least expect it

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it’s just the fire

it never goes away.