Ice cold decisions
In the heat of the moment
Hotter than fire
Your cold, steely glance
You turned up the heat
When you gave the cold shoulder
Oh, what a meal -
You made out of me
Fire and ice
Your deepest emotions
Sugar and spice
Your initial MO
I’ve developed a cure
For the sickness you offer
To squash your allure
And eliminate control
It’s black and white
Stay away from the shadows
The grays are unkind
Wading beyond the shallows
The current is swift
And the tide, unrelenting
Judgments are missed
Consequence, unforgiving
Just don’t play with fire
With the illusions, of not hurting
When building a pyre
There’s a high risk of burning
I’ve made you a label
To serve as a warning
contents are unstable
You’ll thank me in the morning
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Comments (4)
Whoaaaa, this blew my mind! This was so creative and brilliant!
So you finally got me figured out, label & all, lol. Evocative poem, juxtaposing opposites to emphasize the extremes of hurt caused. Well done, Kelli.
Oh how I wish people would come with labels...it would save so much time. Nicely done!
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