They were a perfect match. Like matchsticks lit simultaneously, they burnt in sync. rhythmic. like waves. They complemented each other. they wore each other out. They burned with passion and desire. They froze time and the seasons because the elements were juggle balls and they orbited them. They withstood the times. He was her prince and she was his sleeping beauty. …to be continued… #fire #Series #fireandice #poetry #ice #love #poem #poeticseries

Fire and Ice met in his chest and it was a mighty clash Yet, she was sleeping beauty on his chest. His heartbeat sang sweet soft lullabies that never seemed to end and yet, there was a war in his chest. A ribcage filled with harsh tongues of fierce flames, licking at rock hard blocks of ice. A flood rolled in; a lukewarm tidal wave it shook his chest. The fire burnt on and yet it was freezing cold. …to be continued… #fire #Series #fireandice #poetry #ice #love #poem #poeticse

Everyone is looking for something. Looking for something to hold on to To explain what is going on To throw more light on the depth of our situation Sometimes we’re strong, And we can figure it out on our own Sometimes we’re ok, Even when our guts tell us that we’re not. Most times we just crave company, We wish to banish the loneliness And pray desperately that someone will understand That someone will help us get through. But there is beauty in this search, We may find sola