it came, it floated by, into my hands it fell,na page, of someones book, it was the last as well,ni read to the end,ni found the last word was gone.nnso i took, the burning page, and lit small fires around me,nthey grew, in shapes of hearts, i used the flames to hide out,nand i used the ash to re-grow the things i've lostnnwell i've been thinking lately,nthat i demand a replay,ni caught you out this time,nthe fire you lit was mine,nthe title of the book was,nhow to use your friends to,nstart a heart of fires,nthe last word on the page was yours.