Memoirs Of The American Teenager Poem # 1

Apart but so close.
Your breathing quickens,
However,
Fate is determined to set us apart.
At one time we were the same.
Are we still?
How can a simple embrace evoke so much feeling, that Heaven &
Hell cannot suppress it?
I may suffer.
I would take a bullet for you.
A bullet in the chest  would hurt less, than the death that would come on swift wings, ifyour shoulder turned to ice at my presence.

R!@n!