You are neither a ghost town, nor a haunted house
But the thought of being next to you strikes fear into other people
There is a lot about you that is easy to love
You are beautiful for one, a lot would pass by to look at you
But none of them have the heart to stay,
You are tender and kind, you are passionate,
You have the kind of fire in you
That can light up so many others’ worlds,
And keep them warm in the cold dark times
you have fire
So much inside you that every now and then
You explode
You are so rare and wonderful but you have destruction
Within you, and no matter how much I try
I can’t change you, that is your nature.
I’ve been called a fool, I might be
But I’d chosen to live life learning when
And how much I need to be distant,
Learning when to come back to you
And how to embrace you at your ruin,
And maybe If I could, if you wanted me to,
I’d be fireproof for you
They often ask me why I love you,
Why love a volcano, why love something that explodes?
…because the most beautiful flowers grow at its feet