With words like ice
And skin like fire
The worlds not so nice
And neither is power
Run while you can
Escape how you will
Love is a powerful thing
But hate is stranger still
Passionate feelings
Terrible things
So close, and yet so vastly different
Often one leading into the other
Such a shame, really
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The Drabbles of a Young Mind
PoesíaPoems made during fits of passion, or you know, whenever it is that inspiration decides to hit.
