Ice Queen Poem by Holly Heron

I thought I had you hand
That you were mine to keep
Did I mean so little
That she could mean so much
Did I seem so harsh
That her touch could cool your soul
Did I mean anything
Or was I your lie
Was I your trophy?
Your ice queen to melt,
Glittering on the horizon
Was I so cold
You needed her heat
Because I’d burn you in my passion
If you gave me one more chance
I’d love you if I could
If you took my hand again.