Frozen

Snowfall in the midst of January is nothing compared to the glacier that is your unfeeling heart. 

Your mind already cold, the ice so thick there is no hope of breaking through.

Even the most beautiful days of summer cannot thaw you.

Not my hands, nor my embrace.

You are frozen to me, 

Your mind a barren ice land in which nothing can thrive.

Not love, not hope, not even hate. 

You blood is boiling at thirty below. 

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[Sami Khalil]

Not my hands, nor my embrace.

You are frozen to me,

Your mind a barren ice land in which nothing can thrive...
My faves in this nice write...:)