A/n: A little poem I wrote while bored on Belarus. I'm not good at poetry


She is a rose

lovely; with hidden thorns

She is an apple

desirable, forbidden

She is an angel

pure-appearing; fallen

She is a star

bright, yet cold

She is snow

beautiful, numbing

She is falling

losing herself

She is ice

frozen

She is a black-hole

slowly sucking you in

She is obsession

keeping you close

She is ambition

wanting too much

She is poison

or at least her lips are

She is a blade

cutting

She is the end

destroying you softly

She is alive

while you crumble to dust

She is ice

the content of her heart, her soul, herself