Turmoil

She looked back The past a flame She gazed into his eyes As she realized The past was built upon lies She remembered them growing Like 2 seedlings entwined Growing upwards Tightly twisting Now slowly lighting Sparks a flame Climbing up Each lie bursts Into flames Until Its nothing But a pile of ash Charcoal reminds her of the past She looks into his eyes And she cries and cries Pupils a reflection Of flame and heavy in shame A reminder of the many tries The tears she cried All the many lies Had sparked the fire The past burnt up Leaving no desire