Her cheeks were pink and Rosie, her chest was rising with the fast beat of her heart. His chivalrous humour and good natured smile were infuriating to her stone cold heart. She felt a fiery rage as her brain fought to control her slowly defrosting heart. Was this love? It couldn't be. She felt like a ball of fiery rage, but it was passion not hatred that had set her a light.
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A Collection of poetry
PuisiThis is a collection of poetry written on a variety of different subjects, I've posted it on here to get some feedback, so please fell free to comment. I'm a fairly new writer so I'm still learning how to edit and redraft so any creative criticism i...
