Embers

The raging color of drama
Misplaced as an improper comma
She has him seeing red
Confusion beats in his head

Emotions are set aflame
In this waiting game
Vigor begins to spurt
Yet he falls and hits the dirt

Warmth begins to glow
Feelings begin to grow
An inclination of fervor
Is seen by the observer

Passion begins to blaze
Intensity creates a daze
Flames lick the peak of emotion
He preconceives a notion

Flames of blue and green
As strong as it may seem
He’s heard it all before
Embers hit the floor

Flames begin to flicker
Wait, now here’s the kicker
He always seems to burn
It’s someone else’s turn