Dust and Ice

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Some people are like comets

Made of dust and ice

They travel in space tails away from the sun

They will come across your way

Will amaze you for a while and make you want it to stay

Will make you excited in the view it showcases

Steals your attention while you're in the terrace


But, never trust a comet

Remember what they are made of

What trouble it will give you, will cost you

You'll meet them once but will deceive you forever

Will promise to stay, but will sneak when you blink

Will make you wait for years then just come back

Like nothing happened

Will leave you again

and again, and again

and make you a prisoner

of its coldness.


by: Oryang Bonifacio

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