I've been a giver my entire life, And, now, I am craving for energy, For actions, For possibilities. My only problem being, Don't make me ask for it. What's the point, If I have to ask for it.
Only dragons survive in this heat, As they breathe fire, Protecting everything belonging to them, Fiercely guarding their hearts, As they fly close to the sun.
There's a void, Of words and feelings, In my heart. Maybe it's the boredom of monotony, Maybe it's the emptiness of love. I want the lovergirl back. Who's going to bring her back?
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