• poeticas 9w

    His fire melted my ice
    and I loved the warmth of it
    but then
    it was suddenly gone
    and my ice again started to freeze

    I wish It'd never melted
    as I know now how lovely
    your warmth feels
    and I'd never feel content again
    as I'm left in my ice to grieve


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