Fire to Flower
Love is like a wild fire,
it tears down what you have to build.
The only one who can help you is you,
but you always depend on somone else.
You think you love someone,
but you realize it isnt true,
because you doubt that they love you,
he beats you up and stomps you down.
You turn around and never look back,
and never let another in your heart.
But then one day things had changed,
he gave his love, and his soul.
He asked you if you had to choose,
whether to breathe or to love me ,
which wouldt it be?
and would it make sense?
and then you say i love you
and i would use my last breath to tell you i love you,
because it does work, and always will.
Love was like a wild fire,
it tore down everything I built up.
Now the fire is a flower,
and it will never stop growing.
So come what may,
but i love you until my dying day.