Cold as ice, hot as fire,
That's what you were to me.
Always one of the two,
Never were you one and the same.
Yet I held you, your touch freezing cold,
Numbing my skin, numbing my bones.
Ice gradually melting, then fire through my veins.
Gone was the cold, you burned me inside.
Ice, ice,
Numbing me slowly
Until my body collapses,
and burns me thoroughly
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Flowers Of Love And Tears
PoesieRoses are red, Violets are blue. Will you ever look at me The way I look at you? ~~~~°~~~°~~~°~~~~ Highest Rank #180 in Poetry ❤❤❤ Just random poems and stories.
