Poetry

Sweater on the Sun

She’s the girl frozen in winter,
she just can’t get away.
She’s the girl with ice within her,
she hasn’t a word to say.
Her lips are locked by frost
and eyes are blue and lost.
She stands in fire to ease the pain,
but everything’s in vein.
She wears her sweater on the sun
to warm what cannot melt.
She walks on fire just for fun
Hoping for the heat she’s never felt.
Frozen mistress of the snow
Please don’t fall apart.
Somewhere in this hell, I know,
There’s fire to melt your heart.

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