Scald with words whispered
Or ice up in silence unspoken
Blister with rolling tears
Or shiver in irrepressible pain
Burn up with feelings and smother
Or freeze forever in time
If I were to choose...
What will you, if choose
Oh falling angel of mine
Of fire or ice...
For fire will burn,
Scald and blister on touch
Dancing in its colors
With flames it will engulf,
But ice will shatter in shards
A diamond cold even after being held
So white and so unmoving
Oh ice is so cold...so cold
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Reviewed by Urbaz Dar (Reader)
Reviewed on February 17, 2003
If i had an option to choose none, I would, ever poured hot warter on ice cold hands? ... I dont even recommend tryin it! Shez, be strong and stay warm. Love Baz
Shezray, you have post quite a dilemma haven't you? The fire drives me wild and the ice makes me feel cold. So you know I choose fire. Bill Murray
Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 14, 2003
Nicely written Shezray.
The choices we must make...
I think I'd choose both. The fire would melt the ice, which in turn would put out the fire.
But then again, my luck, I'd then most likely drown. lol.
-Hope all is well,
-James
Reviewed by Amanda Fousek (Reader)
Reviewed on February 14, 2003
I've read something like this before...about which was the better way to die. What inspired this work? Its very nice.
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The choices we must make...
I think I'd choose both. The fire would melt the ice, which in turn would put out the fire.
But then again, my luck, I'd then most likely drown. lol.
-Hope all is well,
-James