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Doesn't the ice hurt when we skate on her?
Hundreds of blades cutting through her skin
But she doesn't cry, she resist as she hurts
When she is carrying all these lovebirds
To feel like being killed as others fall in love
With everyone but you, this must be hell
I'll write love poems to you ice, my beloved
So you don't feel alone while being cut up.
My Mixed Media / Collage 42:
[QUEST COMPLETE!]
Eat delicious food to ease the ache of life.
Was it worth it?
+ 0 EXP
+ 0.5 KG
- $17.99
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Hot as Fire - Cool as Ice
They are so different, yet I‘ve loved them both. One irascible like a wildfire, the other as calm as falling snowflakes. With one I felt like I could conquer the world, nothing would stop us and still I’ve fallen for a man with whom we would build up a peaceful new world ourselves. Arguments or silence, angry tears or sad ones? “I love you”, they both said but were showing it completely different. Soothing and sweet or loud yet effective? Rebellious or settled? Fire or Ice? Ice or Fire? I don’t see it.
They are so different, yet I’ve loved them both. But one I can say: neither of them loved me right.