and even as I write that I know it's not true
because I felt it burning earlier today
That little flame, tiny heat source that indicates life
But now it's dull
almost a faint memory
How quickly it blows out
As I melt here under the hot sun
I know I'm the only one that longs to be lit on fire
I am hungry for the burn
not just the burn on my skin, but in my soul too
Because no one here is asking for more heat
no one is asking for more sun
In fact, they wouldn't mind if it cooled down a little
But I am sitting here watching the sun set
and I am begging for it to stay up
I am begging to be closer
begging to be ignited
I am begging for more SON.
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