Willow Craven


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



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




~ Willow Craven


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