I was a wildfire,
Was, until you came with your sand and wind,
I knew you would kill me,
Yet I couldn't help but try to pleas you when you needed something,
When I got close you blew your sand on my wildfire,
Killing some part of me,
Not caring if you killed all of me,
I kept trying to get close,
I kept trying to ease your pain,
Not caring that every time I get close,
You killed a little bit more of me,
Until I became a dull,
Whisp,
candle light,
Although when I came close to you again,
When you blew the sand at me,
All I could do was flicker,
When I realized that I was on the verge of dying,
I burned everything I touched,
Hoping I could make myself whole again,
Hoping I could fix myself,
But every time I tried,
You got close to me,
Keeping me a little light dull,
Only keeping me as a flicker,
A whisp to your frousios sand storms,
That's how It went on until you,
Left,
Leaving me to die,
Yet I didn't,
Instead I grew,
And grew,
And grew,
Until I was a campfire,
Still a little dull with all the sand you blew,
Yet I was alive,
I was happy,
Until,
You came back,
So we could repeat it all over again.
~Ray
