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
