AN: This will be short…

Dedications: Tyhiltwilover, simply cuz she is awesome…:) And cuz I owed her something.

Thank-yous: Empire14 for all that you told me just now and for beta-reading my poem. You're opinion is one of the three that mattered the most…:) And to Tyhiltwilover, and KHL (dang it, I just CAN NOT keep you out of my writings!) for just being there to talk to…;p. Without these three, I wouldn't be posting this poem.

Pairing: KaiXHillary

Summary: KXH. Kai's POV. A free-verse poem about how two totally different people, whom everyone says don't match up, complete each other. Point of the poem: You don't have to be the same, just to match up to someone.

Note: Hillary's the fire (talking about her temper) and Kai's the ice (talking about his stony, cold demeanor). The poem's from Kai's perspective.

Like Fire and Ice

They say,
How come we match?
When you're like fire
Burning, blazing, scorching,
Never knowing just when
To hold back and stay back.
Like fire, they say
Young, untamed, unpredictable
Stopping only once
You've burned everything down.

And I'm the water that turned
To snow as it fell;
Once beautiful and alive,
Now vulnerable and dry.
The snow that turned
To ice, they say;
Cold, lifeless, silent,
Bound to melt at the slightest
Change in temperature.

They say,
That one day your embers will turn to flames
And those flames will change everything
They touch, to ashes
That will never come back to life again.

That one day my ice will turn back to water
And the water will taste
Like whiskey, that'll just burn
A thirsty throat.

And I say,
True, we're different,
Complete opposites, maybe.
You're like roses in the wild;
Prone to looking better,
After the rain.
And I'm the thorn;
Prone to pricking
Everything that touches it.
But doesn't every rose need a thorn
To be complete?

Because I was the story that went unheard
And you were the voice that told it again,
I was the few words that went unspoken
And yours were the lips that spoke them again,
I was the wound that was just healing
And you were the tourniquet that stopped the bleeding.

So tell them,
That I'll be the one to murk your fire,
Like you were the one to break my ice.

And let it all suffice.

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How was it, everyone? My first poem written for fanfiction? Did someone like it? Anyone at all? Well, I hope the poem was understandable, or something. It had a lot of personifications, I admit, as someone pointed out. Hillary's the fire, BTW, and Kai's obviously the ice. The qualities of fire and ice, described in the poem, are actually the qualities of Hillary and Kai (respectively) actually.

And, now….I know I said I won't update any story till next summer and I still stand by that statement, alright? I just got one week off from school, and so….ta-da! A poem! I didn't intend on writing anything, but the idea just came out of nowhere and I HAD to write it down.

Anyways, hope someone liked it. I've been doing poetry since 6th grade (and I'm in 11th grade, now) and I don't usually like my work, but I really, really adore this piece of writing of mine. So, don't go hard on me with the criticism, please. I've been really sad in my attempt to stay away from writing on ff, ever since my college started. Please review. It'd make me somewhat happy…:-)

Signing off…

XXXDead-bY-n0wXXX