We’re Like Antiques – Day 223

If things were as simple,
As people say they were.
Then there’d be no purpose
In anything that comes simply.
Ironically, it’s the difficulty in
Something that proves its worth.
I’m so troublesome, I’m equal
To a monumental treasure.
Something so rare and antique
That you don’t want to break.
I guess thats why life is precious.
It’s something that doesn’t last.
Love is the fire that sets it all into
Motion. It’s what causes us to burn.
We’re like a wildfire baby,
You can’t put us out.
I’ll burn down the whole city
So the world can never doubt my words!
I’ll add this verse to the atmosphere
So my words are the only thing they’ll hear.


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