Ice.
Ice. Cold and sharp locked away it shields it's secret with lies.
A smile, a laugh, a half hearted joke.
But it is there, inside.
I never knew it would be this cold.
When you look in my eyes, you see a tortured soul.
I see the fear it brings to your heart.
You are so warm, frustration in your soul.
You cannot warm me, my heart remains cold.
A heart of ice that cannot feel, cannot be saved.
It only cries more frozen tears.
Do not waste your time on ice my love,
For there are many who are filled with sunlight and flames that would compliment your heat.
It is my captor, not yours.
Ice is for the lonely, for the bitter.
For those not destined for love and life.
You are destined for so much more than ice, you belong to summer.
Passion filled nights, deep in love and the pleasures of the flesh.
The sweet mix overpowering, that is where you belong.
I belong to winter, cold and dark covered by a shroud of misery and misfortune.
Though my heart in it's icy prison can never be freed,
Know that I shall always love you.
Winter and summer can never be.
With a tear, a stroke of your skin so soft and warm.
It ends.
The Ice has won.
Ice. Cold and sharp locked away it shields it's secret with lies.
A smile, a laugh, a half hearted joke.
But it is there, inside.
I never knew it would be this cold.
When you look in my eyes, you see a tortured soul.
I see the fear it brings to your heart.
You are so warm, frustration in your soul.
You cannot warm me, my heart remains cold.
A heart of ice that cannot feel, cannot be saved.
It only cries more frozen tears.
Do not waste your time on ice my love,
For there are many who are filled with sunlight and flames that would compliment your heat.
It is my captor, not yours.
Ice is for the lonely, for the bitter.
For those not destined for love and life.
You are destined for so much more than ice, you belong to summer.
Passion filled nights, deep in love and the pleasures of the flesh.
The sweet mix overpowering, that is where you belong.
I belong to winter, cold and dark covered by a shroud of misery and misfortune.
Though my heart in it's icy prison can never be freed,
Know that I shall always love you.
Winter and summer can never be.
With a tear, a stroke of your skin so soft and warm.
It ends.
The Ice has won.