Hot Cold
Danielle Myre
12/11/2012
A warmth through my center,
And a shiver through my soul.
Is this how you enter?
Am I an item you stole?
At first I was cold as ice,
Then I warmed like the sun.
You can be nice,
But I should still run.
Your chill is growing,
I should feel terror.
Where are we going?
Is this trial and error?
But what's this?
The warmth is expanding.
It's sweet, your kiss.
But why do you say it's a misunderstanding?
You words are so hot,
But your shoulder is as cold as winters night.
This time I'll make sure you are caught,
I'll make sure to hold on tight.
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