Cities Always Burn


Love is a city
One so powerful
that you dream
of its beauty
of the cobblestone streets
and twinkling lights
You map out your own
on the finest paper
You work for hours
on the smallest of details
focusing all your time and effort
Just to find,
as you place your first stones,
that you are building on a fault line
Your buildings crumble
You never got much of a chance to build it
yet it's reduced to nothing, but ash
All your equipment and plans burn
in a fire that rages for days
destroying everything in sight
It's sad because all along
you knew
Love is a city destined to die

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