Like the Liquor Bottles On My Shelf

12 - Ice Queen

she sits upon a throne, frosted over
with ambition of supposed lovers.
overzealous, they catch frostbite from her glare.
they never paused to read the sign, "BEWARE-
HERE AWAITS THE COLDEST SIREN, TORN APART."
when she starts to peel away
she'll find a hiding place within the layers of your heart.
it's torturous to some, when they realize
the night is done and they'll never see the sun.

i'm a child of Winter, born of snow.
i feel emotion through your chill,
i smell the passion in your scent.
as you pass by, i take in
your frozen element.
to them they lack emotion,
but i can read the language of your eyes.
you lured me with a smirk. like untouched snow,
i'd love to mold it and pretend it held no lies.