there was an iceberg
inside my cracked-soul
you walk in
in case to warm me up
but you forgot
I was an ice;
I could melt
and you don't like me
because
I melted too much
that I became a fire
too hot
you're afraid that
I will burn your soul
— I love you, why would I?
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
there was an iceberg
inside my cracked-soul
you walk in
in case to warm me up
but you forgot
I was an ice;
I could melt
and you don't like me
because
I melted too much
that I became a fire
too hot
you're afraid that
I will burn your soul
— I love you, why would I?
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