Trapped in ice


stone cold, ice cold

cold blaring eyes 

frostbites where you touched

Just trek this icy winter, 

and melt my heart, she says

J promise I'll be hotter 

than blazing fire

and warmer than your lover

at 3 am in the morning.



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