A really bad poem

Fire


A fire's a passion that starts with a spark
That spark turns to flames and those flames hit the bark.
The bark starts to burn and the fire goes fierce
It claws at your face and burns up your tears.

Your eyes start to water, your hands become hot
The smoke tastes so bitter, not sweet like you thought.
Your heart rate grows faster, your blood boils red
And suddenly thoughts of her come to your head

The girl that you loved but, you left all alone.
The girl who held you, and kissed you, and chilled you to the bone.
But, just as easily warmed your sad soul
And just as easily, that lonely heart, that heart you stole.

So where do we stray when the fire has died?
When the passion is drowned in our love turned to lies?
And now there's no flames behind where we can hide.
So where do we stray when the fire has died?