Burn the Ice, and Make me love Regret- By King Lune
Who am I?
Filled with my dull long existence;
Lost on the ground unable to fly;
Following your beautiful bliss;
But I know I didn't use to be this way;
I used to be so cold;
Deep within my mind I'd lay;
Away from reality's painful sticky mold;
Buried deep within a maze city sculpted of ice;
There I would swiftly runaway;
From anything that might make pain enticed;
Only to be stopped by the beautiful things you'd say;
You'd caught me in its trap, unable to run or hide;
You made me something altered;
You made me another side;
You made the cold falter;
You made me burn alive;
You made me cry;
You made me strive;
Yes I accept, you made me regret this goodbye.
Because love is as beautiful as it is mean, I believed this deserved to be written.
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