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Feb 2019
Your heart came into my hands so cold
And as fragile as ice
I was so scared to drop it, I held onto it
With all of my might
The fire of love rushed through my veins
Urging to meet this new, unfamiliar pain
Coldness
It was so unique
Your heart was so cold and fragile
But it never froze my heat
I would melt your heart if when I’d say the right words
We’d turn blue fire that was a delight to see
But not touch
A storm of feeling of both hot and cold
Who would’ve thought fire and ice could dance so beautifully
As we were together we could make flowers bloom at our feet
As we danced through the desert
Making once a desert now a garden
Spring was our season I’d presume
Little did we know while we were dancing
Time was passing
And the seasons were changing
We no longer made flowers at our feet
And the petals in our garden began to fall
I could begin to feel the summer heat wash through my veins
As your coldness seemed to go away
I watched you leave dancing
As if the seasons for you have changed
My feet stopped dancing
As I now realize the damage cold does to heat
My feet stopped dancing and I forgot how to walk
And who would think I’d be the one to fall?
I hope y’all like this one I haven’t been writing in a while.
Mia Thompson
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Mia Thompson  20/F/Texas
(20/F/Texas)   
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