Like A Moth To Your Flame

Like A Moth To Your Flame short poem

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I thought I must be crazy,
Becoming too attached to someone I can never see.
And it’s difficult to believe,
You could become just as attached to me.

Drawn to your fire,
Like a moth to a flame.
On and on I went,
I couldn’t stop playing your games.

I thought you didn’t really care,
But I guess I really didn’t know.
Years on your path to nowhere,
Finally I had to just give up and go.

I’m so sorry if my absence
Had caused your flame to burn out and die.
I never knew my presence
Was helping to keep it alive.

Because looking at you, I see all
that I love, respect, and admire,
So I took some steps back
To resist being drawn into your fire.

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Fire and love…beautifully absorbed into the beauty of the poem:)


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