He was made of ice
Cool, cold and chill like the night
And I was the Phoenix that burned every dawn
I couldn't help it
I was the epitome of daylight
It was no surprise
That my fiery tendencies and care free spirit
Thawed and melted his ice
Which misted my eyes
The frost within his heart
Now showered my blaze
Into morning dew every damn sunrise
If I had to think of a way not to be
Me
It would be
To stay away from him
For the opposite of my personality
Is this ice hearted man
I chose to love on a whim.
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