The Feeling of Fire

I feel sorry for fire.
So soft... So damaging.
It can be touched, played with,
But only for so long.
So delicate... Yet dangerous.
Have you ever touched fire?
Felt its silken embrace?
Felt its burn?
Seen its beauty?

How it must feel to be fire...
Soft and embracing,
Yet can't be touched for long.
Destroying everything it wants to hold on to,
To be a part of.
It must be lonely. Painful.
Longing for love,
But only getting used as a tool.
It can only be controlled for so long before it losses it.
After that it can be hard to tame.
So beautiful... So soft.
So painful to be with for long.

Wanting to be loved,
But puts its pain on those who dare get close.
Goes out if its smothered...
Goes crazy if left alone.
Its best if put out,
Yet to useful to be wasted.
Used carefully... Touched quickly...
Few know the softness of fire.
To scared to give it a chance...
All as well though,
Since no one can tolerate its pain.



Fire, I am with you.
You are not alone.
I know the feeling of solitude.
I'm familiar with the taste of despair.
I know what its like not wanting to be alone,
But hurting the one you seek.
My soft embrace has harmed.
My pain put on others...
It destroyed what I held on to,
Cherished.
I'm best used quickly, as a tool.
Not something to be one with.
My pain hurts those who stay to long.
So its best to use me,
Then quickly move on.