she is an ice
cold too cold to burn your heart
try not to hold her right,
she will slip away,
but never apart
she is a snowflake
a precious crystal
bizarre, subtile, very seasonal
an exquisite formation
of love and destruction
she has a frozen heart
but one thing is for sure
someone made her that way
YOU ARE READING
hue of you
Poetry❝ there is rainbow always after the rain but i guess not in everyone's sky ❞
