Frozen Passion
I have this passion
I have this passion as if it's frozen
It doesn't budge
It's so cold andstill
Never escalates
Never deflates
Slowly I can feel it slipping away
I never really learned how to ice skate
As I fall
My passion begins to simmer
It starts to fade
As december 21st hits
It'll be the first day of winter
I never meant to say this in a cliche fashion
But that is
My frozen passion.
This poem is about:
Me
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