Fire
Fires are hot
They melt ice
As well as my frozen heart.
Fire is a disaster
As well as my love.
It destroy many properties
I destroy many hearts.
Keep it when cold
They help us to think better.
Its reddish and bluish flames
Are dancing in front of my eyes.
But it can die
Using a useful substance
That's as well kill my heart.
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Hate... || Poetry
PoetryI don't show my expression in person I show it in the way of writing The way of feeling I wonder how far can i go I was just a useless child Who seek love everywhere I go.
