I might be
If I am will you hate me
If I’m not will you love me
Fire burns anything it touches.
Ice makes it cold as stone.
Fire longs to touch the heavens,
Ice as the same.
In the next world a day will come,
When a beautiful but unhappy being will come,
Her darkness will hide the loving sun.
Some will hide, but other will rejose,
Here in this old house.
The doors creak and the roof shacks.
The wind howls and the trees rustle.
But there is no one here just me, my self and I.
Am I emo or am I emily.
Emily is happy,
I am not.
Emily is loved,