He had a heart as cold as ice,
And she had just the right amount of compassion to warm it up with.
Leading his icy aura to glaze as it melted.
Never before had anyone seen ice fell for fire that hard.
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Dead Ends
PoesíaSometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
