You

Crocs don't cry honest tears
As my heart don't feel honest fears
The passion tangled in your eyes
Scarier than my rugged peers

Magic is not dragons and unicorns
Magic is the fire you breathe
Flapping your whitened wings
Pretty with a spiraling horn

Nightmares of a lover scorned
Scarier than a thunder storm
Profits a man to loose his soul?
To affection like a summer burn

I breath fine now
Within the oxygen these trees emit
I kill time now
Within the death your love remit

@the_vyrus