No, she is not okay.
That becomes evermore clear,
each day.
Heavy thought,
bogged down with words,
she will not say,
for fear you'll fade away.
Perhaps the fear,
you'll never even hear.
Maybe she is the one,
who fades.
Becoming the memories,
she finds happiness in.
She waits,
never knowing,
she has been forgottten.
There is a balance in life.
There is a balance in death.
Some people were made for fire.
Some people were made for ice.
Where does she fit in?
Too cold to be fire,
too much emotion to be ice.
She cares to much,
or was it not enough?
So cold,
yet she burns.
Is it the same?
The desire to live in fire,
the fear to live in ice.
Where does she fit in?
The windows frost.
The roads turn white.
A fire is alight,
in the dead of night.
The flame turns blue,
red, and green,
trying to comfort a dying scene.
There can be no comfort,
for this is the last night.
Something so cold,
can only freeze and shatter.
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Why?
I have decided that
i would like to sell some of my works and to do this i need a business. To make it easier to find my business on other site such as tumblr, twitter, Facebook, etc I will have all accounts having similar names and lets face it Lillith is not a cool business name xD
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