They say that there is beauty in the ashes.                                                                            But what about the fire that created them?                                                                            Was there no beauty in the sunset flames?                                                                          Was the warmth not what you desired?  

Too close to the flame you stood and now you lay in a pile of ash. 

But it was exciting. Wasn't it?                                                                                              Being set on fire; never thinking that you might burn out. 

The catch was that the flame was never yours to hold.                                                       You were never meant to be so near.                                                                              And yet you fell in love anyways.                                                                                          So here you lay. Alone, in a heap of ash.                                                                            All because of the love you were never meant to have.