Prose
I remember a time when I would have given anything to be in his place. I still would give anything. I fear you are my curse. Then again, I believe you to be my salvation. If only you could see that. Only if you could see me and not look at me as if staring through a window. I remember a Valentine's Day that still seems like yesterday. I confessed it to you, subtely, but as you received the gift a 'Oh, thanks' was all that was said. It tore me up inside, it still does when I remember. I showed my strength in hiding the pain, the pain that still lingers in the heart. I try to take hold of your hand, only to have it slip through my fingers like the sands of time. I know it was never meant. Between fire and ice, the two can never be one. If it could, I would freeze the flames of my passion in the frozen walls of my heart and give it to you. If you take the gift from a ghost, maybe the eternal light from the inner flame will show you my shadow. Then, maybe then, would you see me there?
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Aurrik's Scripts
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Until I read a book called The Ice Queen by Alice Hoffman.
Fire and Ice can mix. The outcome is... melancholy.
All the bits of passion and desire just peel away when not balanced.
You can't have love with only one thing in mind, lust.
Wonderful... How prose can show all the aches that a rhyme cannot.