Cold Fire
In evening - fire, in morning - ice.
One hand gives hope me, another - knife.
You gave time-credit and risk your neck.
Emotions jumping and makes me mad.
Last Autumn morning you broke my heart.
Don^t think i see you as joker card.
You - challenge, border - i might regret.
But one for sure - will not forget..
The inspiration, joy, attention.
Your pations toward my expressions.
The same time keep me far on distance.
Without you my heart is breathless.
You might be worry, what i want.
Very easy open thoughts:
Expectations are clear and true -
Become little bit worthy of you.
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