As winter was she that girl
pale face pale green eyes pale soul a shadow of white
slender hands caressing nothing
black eyeliner highlighting emptiness
her touch was as frost and colder still
her heart pumped nothing, frozen solid
her voice was a whisper, her breath chilled
her words stilled the flames of passion
Nothing touched her so frozen was she
an statue of emotion of unshatterable ice
slender and graceful like an icicle
no cries could move
her touch was as frost and colder still
her heart pumped nothing, frozen solid
her voice was a whisper, her breath chilled
her words stilled the flames of passion
As winter was she that girl
why did I love her still?
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