Heartless Little Girl

I often regret the day we met
This cold unsightly girl
Her hair is silver 
Her lips are blue
Tainted by the cold we both knew
Forever entwined 
We used to be two
Her barb wire and thorns
Reach into my bones
A bitter winter 
A horror story to be told
 But to me she shall always be
The most sacred treasure to be hold 
I often regret the day we met
It chills be to the bone


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