Pour it on her the bucket full of ice,
chill her down or else the fire within her,
could burn everything around.
Her firey red hair resembling the flames,
her fierce eyes manifests the blaze.
She remembered " I was the sun she was the rain,
But we fought yesterday so it's all in a vain ".
It caught her off gaurd a ringing of a doorbell,
she extolled as it was her lover ,
with bouquet of chrysanthemum with her.
Her lover was Rain she was Summer,
they kissed the fight out and left for supper.
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Mixed emotions
PoetryWhen you lose someone or when you love someone so much that you end up losing them random emotion that come go explore the trail of emotions such as love, hatred, saddness and desperation. In this book of mixed emotions a collection of my poems. So...
