Let's not.

Part1
Sometimes I just wander about in circles.
And I never really understand what I'm searching for.
Is it excitement,
Peace,
Joy,
Love,
Or something that simply doesn't exist?
Am I recklessly plunging into the world of unknown,
Feel the giggles bubble up in my throat
Even as I trudge deeper into tragedy?
Crypt-ids are named so,
'Imaginary, fake. Don't believe in them.'
But as I sit still and wait, restless,
Am I hopeful?
Rephrase.
Am I full of hope?
Is it true how we'll never be able to live within myths and legends?
'wake up.'
But I am clear-headed,
My mind is whizzing past the strange sightings.
But even so, you chuckle and ruffle my hair.
'silly girl.'


Part2
Let's just be friends.
Let's not wait anymore.
Let's do it!
Let's go!
Let's...
Are we just a plural form,
Undivided, fully as one?
Should we even be, our clashing personalities?
If we are merged, will the wars rage?
I believe so.
Fire and ice,
Will one ever succeed?
Or will it be just a stagnant draw.
Your moves countered by mine,
Just as mine is deflected by yours?
Opposites attract, I hear.
But no, we'll repel each other.
Because of the simple disgust.

Part3
The philosophical musings of Ice.
Where should I melt and reflect her venomous soul?
Where is the best place to smooth-en the crackling fire?
Or are we doomed into a pause that will last forever,
I will release ourselves from suffering.
Let this be the last time we shall ever hear the relentless sizzling of the fire.
I will numb my entire soul and delve deeper into hell.
It burns and licks at my form,
But alas, I am melting.
Nay, where shall I find coldness?
Or is it already part of me?
What is ice?
What is fire?
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Non, where to escape,
From the desire I've kept in so long?

Part4
The philosophical musings of Fire.
Are you aware of the painfully slow and indecisive actions?
Where my heart frolics and squeals out loud.
I rip out my victory,
Only to be beaten.
Shall I fight once more?
Ah, the happy wicked devil that rages on inside me.
I shall obey it,
Impulsive, they scold.
But what shall I say?
For who am I?
Fire.
What makes me who I am?
My impatience, passion.
So why hesitate?
... For it is too late.
You have soared in,
that icy smirk etched on your face.
Let me be the one to erase it from existence.
Why, though?
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Another poem that was inspired by Just Be Friends, by Megurine Luka, music box version. :D
I have no idea what this is all about. It's confusing and conflicting, alright. But it's just for you to think deeper into who is who. And what is what.
Sighs. :D

Ollie