Literature
Lynnora, Holding Me In Ice
Her heart is beautiful, cold to the touch.
Her hair as soft as snow,
Her breath a cold, violent air.
Her eyes are frozen stones,
and emotions covered in ice.
She wants to be left alone,
Wants to freeze in the storm.
Her anger as powerful as a blizzard,
Raging inside of me.
She is my other half,
The cold frozen beneath.
While she only appears so often,
The icy glare in my eyes,
Or maybe the shell that shields me,
Whenever I'm close to demise.
She's the one who seems to hold me up,
Whenever it gets too hot,
I'm afraid I just might melt,
But she holds me taut.
I seem to lose some freedom,
As she shakes me this way and that,