My Little Ice Storm
Cold hands, warm heart
or so the saying goes.
But I've been told that through my veins
a river of ice only flows!
With the coldest of looks that could freeze you
at fifty yards and more
I'm told I have a heart of stone
that's chilled right to its core!
But this little ice show
does mask a fire that brews
one that threatens to slowly burn
then explode just like a fuse
So be grateful for my ice storm
a thaw can set in quick
but be careful where you start a flame
it might just be my wick!!
Copyright © Emma Mantle | Year Posted 2011
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