Fire and ice

Passion pumps fire through my veins melting the icy organ thats was my heart. Ironic that in colder weather my frozen stature turn into water. And that water floods into my eye ducts as i swell up.

To her :i just want to sit with you one more . With those two white chairs in the front  and music playing in back. We can laugh and we can talk, get silent then stare in each other eyes and laugh again. Because we both the possibility that talking turns into tongue twisting deep kissing maybe then we'll listen if not ourselves then who? Each other? Maybe or maybe i ve been lonely lately or maybe ive seen what i done wrong but its too late to rectify to much pain to pacify.i swear you have a piece of my heart and i let the ice replace that part.