She was a fire born on a hot summer day.
Her heart was kind but too exposed so it
became a liability. She realized to late
what kind of place the world is and somehow
the fire got burned. There’s ice running
through her veins now. The fire is dying out.
Coldness felt!
Maybe the fire can be fuelled once more and flames reignited 🙂 🙂
Fire and ice is good when balanced. You have to have heat but lead with your head.
Ouch… poignant poem.