Ice queen

My pretty little ice queen with her perfect  tiara 

And stone cold heart 

Expressionless and almost robotic

She sits with her back straight and her features regal 

What no one sees is the tropical storm raging inside 

And the fire burning a whole within 

For you see my pretty little ice queen 

Is nothing but an actor 

And she builds her walls to hide the sensitive soul within 

At her core she is nothing but a lost wandering soul 

Searching for its home 

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