Ice Cold Throne


With a personality the size of a mountain,
and eyes as beautiful as the sky,
she broke my heart like it was nothing,
and I realized I had been more blind than the three mice.
I had been overwhelmed by her beauty and grace,
that I hadn't realized what lay behind that pretty face.
I guess I really should have known, this girl,
she sat on an ice cold throne.

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