Treasure Island

No Reason To Care

(9/4/94 / Somewhere)

~I Am Fire You Are Ice~


I am Fire
you are Ice
I am mean
you are nice
I waste my life
and you cherish it
every last little bit
I like death
the cold
the dark
you like long walks
through the park
were both so different
but somehow the same
my life's begun to change
ever sense you came
I am Fire
you are Ice
I am a cat
playing with mice
I am the moon
and
you are the sun
we can't live
without either one

Submitted: Monday, May 11, 2009

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  • Dan Martins (7/4/2009 11:49:00 AM)

    Indeed great poem, nice rhymes tho
    I loved the way you described that situation
    Rated 10/10
    Keep up the good work!

    If you don't mind pass through my page and read some of my new poems, thanks.
    Best regards,
    Daniel Martins. (Report) Reply

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