She is like the sweet,
delictable chocolate I love.
No betrayals,
just sweet, chocolatey, goodness
that doesn't lie and doesn't hurt anyone
unless it's frozen.
If she's ever iced over,
that'd be the way she'd hurt people.
That's how she'd turn on people,
but I am doubtful she'll ever become icey.
I don't know how she could ever
forgive people who have hurt her.
It's just her sweetness.
Home, such a frozen place,
didn't want her going after me,
making the only warmth
suffocate itself with longing.
Torture cage with little birds
singing their sweet songs to her,
only to be crushed for profit.
Her heart broken by their squeals,
songs of pain as sugar rained.
I don't think I've ever met anyone else who comes
from such frozen places
with such a warm heart.
Her heart's such a swell of tender heat,
I've found myself
frightened it might melt,
but she's the only one
who didn't let herself burn out.
But she seems to have it mastered somehow,
that delicate balance between frozen and molten.
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