Formed from dreams
Makes things to be displeased.
Ember.
She's fucking dangerous.
She's so fucking shady.
You know, I guess this is the real me.
The me, I know and love.
The me, who Ember doesn't see.
But I hold the part she does
Because I'm looking for an explanation
Of her lack of timing.
Lack of response.
Her avoidance of major questions.
Questions in which I die to know.
She's a million miles away
Yet she's got her hands on my heart.
I can't tell yet,
Whether she wants to cherish it
Or tear it apart.
Because i'm scared to look at her in the eye.
As I may intimidate her.
As I may find, what truly lies inside.
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