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Yes sadly the last part is here. Im kidding, im happy its done. So i'm going to change the summary, because i know the setting now. It actully came during lunch time. Go figure. So this is the last part, i 'm hesitating between 2 different chapter titles, so youll just have to bare with the unlikly one. Enjoy! I present you, Broken tears ;)
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Fire. Like so many dangerous things, he broke something to.
He left his trace on every part of this world.
Grass.
The grass, it burned through it like a dance. Like a butterfly in a flower field.
Wood
It burned through wood like you eat something you adore.
Slowly.
Taking pleasure in every second of it.
Barely resisting the urge to go faster.
Fabric.
It burned through the fabric as though it were in such a hurry he couldnt even wait to burn it all. It went by, and seconds later the material was black, scorched, dead, barely given a chance.
Just like how water streams by, not even looking back.
Skin.
It didnt burn through the skin.
It.
It flew over it, it went in every pore of the skin.
Like he was in love with it, and couldnt get enough of him.
IT.
Of it.
The fire feeds over the screams, the pain,
The soring, scoching, overwhelming pain.
the tears.
Ah yes, the tears.
The last mean of defence.
A lousy attempt to beg mercy, to ask to be forgiven.
It wont work.
You should know that too.
I should know that too.
I mean, when he cried, it didnt leave him alone did it?
When she cried, her soft pleading tears didnt help her live a moment more.
When i cried,
.
Wait.
When i cried it saved me didnt it?
My little flame kept me away from the big fire, leaning over us, waiting to eat us and make us a part of him to.
Me and the flames kept away from her the bad water.
The water wanted to take flame away, but shes the only one that never accused me of anything.
She never hated me.
She never hurt me.
She never yelled at me, ran away from me or even so much as ignore me.
It came when I wanted only.
It understood me.
The flames did so much for me, i couldnt let them fly away.
I couldnt let them die
Die down
Just like everybody else had, and everybody else was.
No.
Not her.
Not them.
They dont deserve the beauty of it all.
They
The water
He
Doesnt understand me.
Doesnt understand us.
I gave everything i had to the fire.
I gave everything i could, and even more to the fire.
And what did the fire do?
It didnt do anything.
It never does.
I wanted to please it.
Make it happy.
Maybe if it was happy then i would be to?
Wrong again.
I gave myself to the fire.
But i never gave Everything for real to the flames.
I never gave them my life.
I only gave them tears.
Tears of pain.
Tears of sorrow.
Tears of water.
But tonight, i know my true friend and alley lies into you.
Into the fire.
So now, as i watch you burn, as they take me away, i cry tears of fire.
Yes sadly the last part is here. Im kidding, im happy its done. So i'm going to change the summary, because i know the setting now. It actully came during lunch time. Go figure. So this is the last part, i 'm hesitating between 2 different chapter titles, so youll just have to bare with the unlikly one. Enjoy! I present you, Broken tears ;)
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
Fire. Like so many dangerous things, he broke something to.
He left his trace on every part of this world.
Grass.
The grass, it burned through it like a dance. Like a butterfly in a flower field.
Wood
It burned through wood like you eat something you adore.
Slowly.
Taking pleasure in every second of it.
Barely resisting the urge to go faster.
Fabric.
It burned through the fabric as though it were in such a hurry he couldnt even wait to burn it all. It went by, and seconds later the material was black, scorched, dead, barely given a chance.
Just like how water streams by, not even looking back.
Skin.
It didnt burn through the skin.
It.
It flew over it, it went in every pore of the skin.
Like he was in love with it, and couldnt get enough of him.
IT.
Of it.
The fire feeds over the screams, the pain,
The soring, scoching, overwhelming pain.
the tears.
Ah yes, the tears.
The last mean of defence.
A lousy attempt to beg mercy, to ask to be forgiven.
It wont work.
You should know that too.
I should know that too.
I mean, when he cried, it didnt leave him alone did it?
When she cried, her soft pleading tears didnt help her live a moment more.
When i cried,
.
Wait.
When i cried it saved me didnt it?
My little flame kept me away from the big fire, leaning over us, waiting to eat us and make us a part of him to.
Me and the flames kept away from her the bad water.
The water wanted to take flame away, but shes the only one that never accused me of anything.
She never hated me.
She never hurt me.
She never yelled at me, ran away from me or even so much as ignore me.
It came when I wanted only.
It understood me.
The flames did so much for me, i couldnt let them fly away.
I couldnt let them die
Die down
Just like everybody else had, and everybody else was.
No.
Not her.
Not them.
They dont deserve the beauty of it all.
They
The water
He
Doesnt understand me.
Doesnt understand us.
I gave everything i had to the fire.
I gave everything i could, and even more to the fire.
And what did the fire do?
It didnt do anything.
It never does.
I wanted to please it.
Make it happy.
Maybe if it was happy then i would be to?
Wrong again.
I gave myself to the fire.
But i never gave Everything for real to the flames.
I never gave them my life.
I only gave them tears.
Tears of pain.
Tears of sorrow.
Tears of water.
But tonight, i know my true friend and alley lies into you.
Into the fire.
So now, as i watch you burn, as they take me away, i cry tears of fire.