Girl on Fire

Sitting by the fireplace
Watching the fire dance.
Hot cocoa in my hands,
And a blanket over my legs.
Just watching the fire dance.

The light from the fireplace
Only makes the room look darker.
The crackling of the fire
Is the only sound all through the house.
Burning wood and love letters.

I once had a dream
That I could walk through fire.
It didn't burn me
And it didn't hurt me.
Because I was the girl on fire.

A beautiful rage of red, yellow, and blue.
Eating away at everything around me,
Just to feel that thrill of being alive.
Whirling and twirling, all through town,
Looking like a forest in autumn.
Only thing is that I'm hot and deadly,
Alive and climbing up instead of falling down.