i sit in silence
thinking dreamily
things i dont understand
from, my fire to my breeze
i have no emotion to controll
i have no heart in this dream
my head shakes with disaprovall
and somtimes i wanna scream
my stiched up bruised heart
has no wish to live
but i have no wish to die
and so its logic versus love
but in this dream logic
can no longer keep advantage
in this dream thier both people
Love is an archer with armour
and a firm stance
she stands on the hill
ready to take on hell
and shows no fear
Logic is a swordsman
with skill and pride
he stands by the courthouse
doubting his oponant
and ready to go
which one in my dream
will win? will my fire
conquire my breez or
they other way in
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