The ones that get close,
always seem to get burned.
Being like fire, everyone knows,
is a lesson that ought to be learned.

They break my hearts,
as I break theirs.
That’s the end as another starts,
these adventures that I share.

Like ice and rage,
like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun.
A new chapter, a new page,
making danger into loads of fun.

My pain is ancient and forever,
as my broken hearts never seem to heal.
All the times I think I’m clever,
just trying to make this love real.

I burn at the centre of time,
and I can see the turn of the universe.
Are my thoughts such a crime,
that I may not even attempt to converse?

A day it would be, that I wait to be cheerful,
is the day that someone describes me with, “And he’s wonderful.”