The Cold

She is cold

Not of the world, but Because of it

Her heart is ice, she has been denied the heat she desires

She is not the problem, she is the product

She has been burned, she fears the heat from the fire

However there is a fire that burns for her, craves her as oxygen

A heat meant only for her, fueled only by her

A wildfire, yet tamed by her presence

Still she fears the magnificence of the blaze, she denies herself the heat

The harmony of the cold and heat is lost upon her, she withdraws

She is cold