Oh, how we were cast these roles.
Me,
the defender.
You.
the aggressor.
Yet we do nothing.
Not a single movement can be tied to this silent dance of ours.
The ice you breathe coats the walls.
And the fire I bleed,
seems too weak to melt it.
Through these desperate pleas,
I am rewarded with empty palms.
Together,
we created steam.
An escape for you.
Yet for me,
it will be a place
to hide the pieces of my heart.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Oh, how we were cast these roles.
Me,
the defender.
You.
the aggressor.
Yet we do nothing.
Not a single movement can be tied to this silent dance of ours.
The ice you breathe coats the walls.
And the fire I bleed,
seems too weak to melt it.
Through these desperate pleas,
I am rewarded with empty palms.
Together,
we created steam.
An escape for you.
Yet for me,
it will be a place
to hide the pieces of my heart.
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