Warm whisper,
Distant glow.
Cold breeze,
Frozen hush.

Sharp glare,
Fiery mirror.
Gentle glance,
Cold water.

Cosmic reactions,
Burning inside.
Limpidly reflecting,
True nature.

Dead inside,
Not soulless.
Stealing the light,
Shining outside.

They say I love you
But can't handle you
— limpidly vulnerable

To understand you
Will never happen because
They don't really wanna stand by you

An immature act, they will see
Like buggered child
Who gets easily hurt with petty *****

During high jinks, you'll see them
But never a glimpsed during crestfallen

Because feeling pain and getting hurt
Is childish for them...