My house was on fire,
I was starting to burn too,
But I rushed to my room,
To save a picture of you.
Spent days and nights,
Just bossoming it,
Its corners getting worn,
It was yellowing a bit.
Your smiling face,
Your sparkling eyes,
That did you no justice,
But t'was my only prize.
If it turned to ash, like you had,
I would be torn, not just sad,
My memory fails me,
And I'm a failure too,
How would I function?
How would I remember you?
Somehow I reached,
But couldn't find my boo,
Little fires everywhere,
And I burned searching for you.
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