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When I saw her first, butterflies in my stomach, l

When I saw her first,
butterflies in my stomach,
like they said.

But I guess I was a moth,
at the end of it all.

Lured by her glow,
and her warmth
in the winter chill,
I drew closer.

I saw fire in her eyes.
But she's a fire in this ice.
I drew too close,
and now, I'm just ashes.

 Funny though,
how she was cold to me
and yet burnt me to ashes.
When I saw her first,
butterflies in my stomach,
like they said.

But I guess I was a moth,
at the end of it all.

Lured by her glow,
and her warmth
in the winter chill,
I drew closer.

I saw fire in her eyes.
But she's a fire in this ice.
I drew too close,
and now, I'm just ashes.

 Funny though,
how she was cold to me
and yet burnt me to ashes.