A pop a crack
of fire it burns
as learn of lies
I hear do turn.
I first believed
in what I heard
from a voice it
false I learned.
Part of me I’m
torn between
what ears hear
to what is seen.
A battle sets it
my soul on fire.
From day to day
I see you a liar.
In this house I
have tears cried
that see deceit
easily supplied.
Burn me alive
does this place.
Conflicted I try
my hurt erase.
Yet the fuel the
passion I’ve for
joy we’ve had I
your lies ignore.
These two parts
making me me,
at times I find I
fire can breathe.
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