mismatch

The warmth, the comfort we both held

As the fire went closer to the end

What’ve been the love there is, we’re the candle fire

Now we’ve been melted, slowly dimming of our glamorous light

We are both the fire and the wax

Mixing our own destruction to ourselves

Yet we fused to make it out alive

Though it is not enough to stay within our care

We have been melted all through out

But we’re serious to what we’ve done

We believe we’re the perfect match

But we didn’t notice the meaningless plot

We’re both the ice and the wind

Drying out; releasing a cold breeze

Yet we stay together to stand the tide

Then again, we are never on the right path

We both diminish ourselves into nothingness

Leaving only what we thought we have

Now we know we are just a terrible combination

A destructive force, yet the sweetest match

-CrisSon