And I came thinking of you somehow
It wasn't you, but it was close
the shadow of a man I saw
It wasn't expected but so is your love
You are an undeniable impulse
But so is he, in his very own way

And he is not real
but he has a point
he touches a side of me
if else asleep
Do I need to be free to reach?
What is this funny sparkle I feel?
Why it waned?

"Thank you Icelandic eyes
Thank you **** webs
Thank you holy break up
Thank you Twitter girls
Thank you friends
Thank you poetry"

He's the burning ice
And he's the everyday fire
Two sides of me
that I must reconcile

I am dying inside with all this ****
which shores up my soul
But I am seeing a new road
I need my vision dose
I saw my meaning, an answer
This is a remain too
What should I do?