Poems from Ice-Queen
The next time I fall in love, it will be with the man in the moon
because he is the best listener.
Sitting on my windowsill I tell him...
The door makes me hesitate;
it stares at me, blank, unyielding,
tells me you are not the first to come this way.
She cannot help you.
I...
And when he hits you do not cry,
close your eyes, take a deep breath
count to ten:
One—
The single red rose he sent...