Melt
Her eyes were winter.
Staring, frozen
Focused on the distance.
Holding back the waters flow
Buried beneath sheets of ice
And years of coping.
But even the thickest ice
Will start to crack
When met
With a little warmth.
Her eyes were winter.
Staring, frozen
Focused on the distance.
Holding back the waters flow
Buried beneath sheets of ice
And years of coping.
But even the thickest ice
Will start to crack
When met
With a little warmth.