Tears of a an ice queen, a cold and chilling glare,
Emotionless and punishing, the evilness is rare,
Once appeared to be golden, like butter would not melt,
Fooled us all with feelings, that she never really felt
Punished by mistakes, making sure you cant forget,
Like the ice queen of old, her mind is made and set,
Never will she change, and i am not sure that she should,
Making her own choices, like many of us could
Standing by her morals, ignoring what could be,
Even if she is wrong, you will not make her see,
Clever in her theory, often governed by her shell,
Its the story you need to live, not one you can tell
So is she really and ice queen, or maybe just so bright?
I’m qualified to answer, for i put up such a fight,
One day she will be happy, make someone a good wife,
Its to you I write this ice queen, your free to enjoy your life
*Birth* Skin Ice Queen