I am made of iron
I am made of fire
I am the steel of your heart
The blaze of your lighter
I am the embrace of your arms,
The warmth of your gaze,
I am the burning cold of the blade
As it cuts them down
As it cuts them down.
I am no damsel in a tower.
I am longing for the skies.
Longing for the skies.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
I am made of iron
I am made of fire
I am the steel of your heart
The blaze of your lighter
I am the embrace of your arms,
The warmth of your gaze,
I am the burning cold of the blade
As it cuts them down
As it cuts them down.
I am no damsel in a tower.
I am longing for the skies.
Longing for the skies.
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