I melt in your arms like fire and ice.
I like hugs, hugs are nice.
Hugs are like a slice of heaven in this rampaging hell.
But at this moment I’m a concierge ringing my own bell.
Unanswered, merely stoking my own fire.
Not the type that soothes, the type that destroys.
The hope that’s like a rope that hangs me for the white exclamation of small joys.
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You have so much talent, a true poet. I loved this one a lot! – Cezane
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Thanks so much!
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Thanks for liking my poems. I really like the power you get from the fleeting joy of Christmas day. We can relate!
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Thanks so much!
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