This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Winthrop chapter.
Loving In The Fire
I’ve burned my fingers
Trying to love the fire
Some live in the embers
And you can’t tame the flames
He says he’s no good
That he’ll singe my heart
He doesn’t know,
All I have left is ash
He sends sparks right through me
Together we’ll dance in the heat
His heart may be darker than coal
But his spirit is as red as the fire
We feed each others flames
Until there’s nothing left to burn
And in the end
We’ll be nothing but smoke
