Whispered words on winding wind.
These hands of ice that dared to touch
I swear won't ever touch again.
Every heart I held that mattered
Turned to ice, and slid, and shattered.
Naive of me, to think it nice
To try and touch you with the ice.
Through tear-glazed eyes, I hold a part
Of you I touched; fragmented heart.
I know now things can't be the same.
You're broke inside, and I'm to blame.
Poison is labeled, if warning is waged
A monster like me deserves to be caged.
Chill choice hangs midair; a stern sacrifice,
To die from the cold, or live with the ice?
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