or something like
Drip down my arms, clinging to my veins,
Like it’s only a matter of time before they melt away.
In a place where time doesn’t exist,
In a world where reality doesn’t conform,
We can be whomever we want.
Once upon a time,
I was the ice queen, but you were the fire-breathing dragon
Frozen walls melted, its blocks floating into
happy little puddles of Sunlight
before my very eyes.
You can be the Unicorn; I’ll be the Fairy.
Let the Wicked Witch say what She wants,
But we will always write
Our own fairy tale.