Willow Craven

Friends

You and I, we're not friends.

We are scripted, stares, and double takes, 

You are fire, and I am the ice,

The melting cool to calm your flame,

Tears that carve a river down my cheek 

Flow to you, and you see.

All the times I haven't dared to speak

And all I ever wanted to be was

Free.

 

You and I, we're not friends.

We are silent words and brushed fingertips, 

We are unspoken promises and beautiful lies,

We are terrible passion and forbidden lips,

We are are constant. And our own demise

 

But you and I will never be

Friends. 

 

 

~ Willow Craven

 



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