been coming home
smelling like smoke
falling in love with fire
always smelling like soot
walking for miles
still not tired, this kind of love
is nothing to write home about
the words won't come out
there's nothing to talk about
heat is a good companion
when it's cold out
my flames burn for the one I desire
just can't trust that I
won't be destroyed by the inevitable
effect of the element
no where to go
at stalemate
is she my bae or my cellmate
ain't been able to tell lately
"what's wrong baby"?
I know I flow like water
can't help it, don't hate me
every thing must be taken
in moderation
I just want a pinch of you
not trying to quench you
The Immortal Wize
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