Friday, December 2, 2011

Staring at the broken thermostat

I burn so hot I scald the spot where my fingertips last touched you,
But then I cool and freeze below zero degrees,
A solid, unbreakable cube.

You chip away at frozen fragments holding me here,
But only a summer sun can make me melt, make me feel heat again.
Until then, I will not bend to your whims.

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