Your
heart
was ice,
Your heart
was fire, You
froze and blazed
until I grew tired, Until
it snowed upon my
funeral pyre, You
dragged me
down but
I
flew higher, A phoenix risen from the
fire, Preserved in ice and seared with
ire, At last I’ll be what I desire, I’ll
freeze and blaze and never tire,
My heart is ice, My heart is fire.
Today I have been inspired by a prompt I found here. It was to write using antithesis, or contrasting terms, opposites.


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