They call her ice queen and other mean names too,
But they never care to know her history in full.
They don't know the stories she could've told,
Yet they judge her for being so cold.
No one know the times she would cry,
Over the lost loves who left without saying goodbye,
The silent sounds that came out of her lips,
As those warm oceans of tears flowed in heavy drips.
Finally, the snowy Christmas when everyone was in bed,
She silenced the tormenting demons in her head.
Her life was indeed short,
But the excruciating pain was not.
No one ever got to know about the cold, stony girl, that important part,
About the girl with a fragile heart.
A/N: Merry Christmas Eve to everyone reading!
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