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Ice
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She rarely smiled
Face like an ice sculpture
With her eyes as cold as steel
Unmoving, she moves
Unaware of the faces turning to her
Drawn to her fragile, frozen beauty
Ice queen, they whisper behind hands
He was one of the hundreds who stared
As she walked down the halls,
A beautiful moving statue
Seemingly flawless,
Yet as he went closer,
Her cracks started to show
One, two…
He counted (and stopped)
It doesn’t matter.
Closer still he saw her
The eyes he once thought were a steel grey
Were twin twinkling silver orbs
(If you didn’t stare right through)
(Look. Closer.)
(She rarely smiled, which made him want to give her a reason to)
And when he smiled at her
He gave it
(Crack.)
Face like an ice sculpture
With her eyes as cold as steel
Unmoving, she moves
Unaware of the faces turning to her
Drawn to her fragile, frozen beauty
Ice queen, they whisper behind hands
He was one of the hundreds who stared
As she walked down the halls,
A beautiful moving statue
Seemingly flawless,
Yet as he went closer,
Her cracks started to show
One, two…
He counted (and stopped)
It doesn’t matter.
Closer still he saw her
The eyes he once thought were a steel grey
Were twin twinkling silver orbs
(If you didn’t stare right through)
(Look. Closer.)
(She rarely smiled, which made him want to give her a reason to)
And when he smiled at her
He gave it
(Crack.)
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