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Steam

I've met people that live their lives like a burning building,

All motion and light, excitement, smoke and fiery glow.

They mostly have wavy hair, like the constantly moving surf.

I'd like to think I am this kind of person,

For the allure they project,

But in the end, opposites don't attract,

Only opposite personalities.

If there are no similarities, then

Nothing will come of it.

 

I'm a gently flowing river,

Only when my temper melts the icecaps,

And the melt water rushes down,

Only then do I rage.

(Flash flooding on occasion)

A burning building and a river,

About as far apart as two personalities can go,

This goes to show you how this funky freaky universe works.

Cosmic soda jerks, making asteroid root beer floats,

***** floating through blackness,

Flaming and frigid stars and comets,

All spinning just right, to create this magnetic field

That drew me to you.

 

I meander and I have my rapids and waterfalls,

My shallow pools, and deep ravines.

But you rage with a fire that cannot be extinguished.

It is a marvel when we collide,

And together we make steam.

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will-mercier
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Sep 21, 2012
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