Holding hands, gazing at stars
Kissing, cuddling in backseats of cars
When the sun catches the moon
We will be there
I have nothing but time
Holding hands at the alter
Your name becomes mine
When the tree meets the sky
We will be there
Happily ever after, together
Angry hands hit paper walls
Yells and screams echo above our past
When the fire burns the forest
I stand alone
Time is up, fairytales over
Adam Holmes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forest-fire-fairytales/
