When I was cynical and skeptical
You called me bitter
Close-minded
Unwilling...
...to compromise
You told me
you were not the same
His was not your name
and you don't play that game
Your rhymes were charming
and disarmed me
I allowed them to melt
the ice fortress around my heart
But you took a match
And set my heart on fire
til there was nothing but ash
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