You said the fire wouldn’t die,
But now it flickers when you lie.
Frozen heat behind your smile,
I watched it fade in quiet style.
Still I sit in silent rooms,
Drinking echoes, breathing fumes.
Even ashes whisper clear,
Your ghost is always near.
Cold ember, still it glows,
Buried deep where no one knows.
Burning slow inside my chest,
This love won’t lay to rest.
Cold ember, dark and blue,
Every spark reminds me of you.
Empty words like falling snow,
Soft, but numbing as they go.
No more warmth, no final spark,
Only shadows in the dark.
Even silence holds your name,
Like a mark I can’t reclaim.
Time can’t put this out for good,
It lingers like it should.
Cold ember, still it glows,
Buried deep where no one knows.
Burning slow inside my chest,
This love won’t lay to rest.
Cold ember, dark and blue,
Every spark reminds me of you.
Maybe love was meant to chill,
Not to warm but just to fill.
Even cold, it still consumes,
Like perfume in empty rooms.
Cold ember, now I see,
It never really set me free.
In the still, I burn alone,
In a fire turned to stone.
You said the fire wouldn’t die,
But now it flickers when you lie.
Frozen heat behind your smile,
I watched it fade in quiet style.
Still I sit in silent rooms,
Drinking echoes, breathing fumes.
Even ashes whisper clear,
Your ghost is always near.
Cold ember, still it glows,
Buried deep where no one knows.
Burning slow inside my chest,
This love won’t lay to rest.
Cold ember, dark and blue,
Every spark reminds me of you.
Empty words like falling snow,
Soft, but numbing as they go.
No more warmth, no final spark,
Only shadows in the dark.
Even silence holds your name,
Like a mark I can’t reclaim.
Time can’t put this out for good,
It lingers like it should.
Cold ember, still it glows,
Buried deep where no one knows.
Burning slow inside my chest,
This love won’t lay to rest.
Cold ember, dark and blue,
Every spark reminds me of you.
Maybe love was meant to chill,
Not to warm but just to fill.
Even cold, it still consumes,
Like perfume in empty rooms.
Cold ember, now I see,
It never really set me free.
In the still, I burn alone,
In a fire turned to stone.