You had set me aflame
You were playing with that fire
Flaming arrow reached its aim
Now the straits are getting dire

Every flame comes to an end.
Mind, I don’t want to offend
You nor feelings your and actions.
You must admit, though, that fraction
At least tiny of your time
Not to thinking about dimes
Should have been devoted to
But about the consequences.

I was burning for you
But I’ve burned myself out
All that’s left is but a few
Smoking stamps in the middle
Of black desolate steppe

The forest used to be evergreen
Before the reign of raging fire;
Now, look at this, all raw and grim
You’ve built me a beautiful pyre

Who would have thought
That one could do so much
With but a smoldering match?

(23.04.2020)