My heart is a pile of tinder
A very tender pile
Crushed easily
But just as easily
Set ablaze
The smallest spark
Ignites the pitch and shavings
Such fire consumes
Often I've been drawn
To other's sparks
Many times I've allowed them
To set me alight without asking
If they intend to add fuel
Often they never did
As they warmed themselves
The fire slowly died
Leaving this smoldering pile
In search of another tinder heart
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