fire and ice
he takes all i have
and all he leaves behind
is my regret and sorrow that
has remained for quite some time
i fade to ashes in the wind
when his words singe away my pain
but this fiery passion doesn't cease to subside
as these burns worsen day after day
his cold hearted kiss is the drug that i need
leaving frost on my blackened lips
blizzards of anxiety burry my sense
when his frost bitten hands touch my hips
his arms are prison bars out of which
i couldn't escape if i tried
so i curcome to the weight of my longing for him
the strength in me has died
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