Thursday, February 10, 2011

Scribbles #14

Sometimes I think my heart is made of ice,
it is so heavy and yet so light;
it is so cold, and yet it's the perfect conductor of heat.

Sometimes I think my heart is made of ice,
only the ones who are not afraid of my coldness, could hold it without letting go.

Sometimes I think my heart is made of ice,
'cause it is destined to melt, or to shatter into a million pieces.

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