They came in hot, but couldn’t hold on

They burned with a fierce, sudden light. A rush of passion, a swift pursuit. But keeping that flame proved a fight. The speed of love couldn’t be mute. What began with fire, ended in night.

The stars seemed to align, just right. A spark ignited, a burning need. But deeper connections didn’t take flight. Only surface heat, with nothing to feed. What began strong, ended in speed, a love that couldn’t truly succeed.

Passion flares high but lacks the depth. It lights the sky, but fades too soon. A quick burst, a shallow breath. It promises much, but leaves none. A love that shone, then quickly moved—gone before it could bloom.

That fiery start, a brief illusion. It seemed real, but only for a time. The truth of love lies in fusion, not just heat, not just rhyme. A fleeting high, a fleeting climb, then nothing but the silent chime.

What was meant to burn forever, extinguished too quickly. The lack of roots caused it to fall. For real love takes time to weather, built on trust, not just a call. A dream shattered, a dream too small, unable to hold, unable to stall.

So they blazed, then faded away. A bright, fierce start, then dimmed by time. A lesson learned, a price to pay. Passion alone cannot climb. Without roots, love cannot stay—forever lost in love’s climb.

Now, a memory, soft and gray. A reminder of what could not last. The fire burned, but soon decayed. The lesson etched, learned from the past.