Our kingdoms don't mix,
Only collide,
Ice being my free flying love,
And fire being your own dove.
But yet,
For some reason strange to me,
You're the only one,
I ever want to see.
Such a silly dream,
We'll never be a team,
It will always be -
My sword,
To your heart,
And your gun,
To my head.
And when you yell,
It makes me dwell,
Is it the differences of us,
Or the personality of you,
That makes my wonderment never rust.
And I always fall,
For the friendship you fake.
You offer me your hand,
Firey skin of yours ablaze,
You whisper okay's,
And I almost fall,
But the mischief in your eyes,
Reminds me this is a dangerous game,
A friendship of fake,
And so I guide you to the lake,
And my icey skin mists from cold,
And I whisper okay's,
But the guilt in my eyes,
Reminds you this is a dangerous situation,
A friendship of fake.
For you,
Will never be able to communicate with me,
And I,
Will only dream of such being possible.
As we are both suffocated,
By the reins,
Of this friendship of fake.
-D.
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