I feel like a child

Playing to close to a fire

Or going to pick a rose

Not knowing the pain

that will follow

Experiences branded

in my mind

Unforgettable things

Not all bad

There was always some fun before the pain kicked in

Playing tag around the fire

Rollerblading down a hill

I’m brought back to reality

The pain of getting to close

The pain of falling down

The pain of trying to hold onto something I’m not meant to grasp

As I pull my fingers from around the rose

All I’m left with is the blood running down my arm

As I feel the blistering burns from the fire

The pain of getting too close is etched in my mind

Some things I learned too late

Beauty can bleed and fire doesn’t play fair