She stood there shivering, in wait for him.
She waited there, in hopes of him.
She fell, Believing he'd catch her.
She sacrificed her all, for his promises to be fulfilled.
And he? Well, he ran.
Ran as far as he could, as fast as he could.
He could not bear her fire.
Could not tame her inner phoenix.
He simply did not want what could never truly submit to being his.
His misconception and hers, both combined to make the first known form of bitter irony.
For she had already submitted to his love long ago, and he was too blind to see how much he yearned her flowing through him.
-Idk I was listening to this song which inspired me, most of my writings are not based on personal experience okie.
She waited there, in hopes of him.
She fell, Believing he'd catch her.
She sacrificed her all, for his promises to be fulfilled.
And he? Well, he ran.
Ran as far as he could, as fast as he could.
He could not bear her fire.
Could not tame her inner phoenix.
He simply did not want what could never truly submit to being his.
His misconception and hers, both combined to make the first known form of bitter irony.
For she had already submitted to his love long ago, and he was too blind to see how much he yearned her flowing through him.
-Idk I was listening to this song which inspired me, most of my writings are not based on personal experience okie.
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