The icy walls of your eyes
And what lies behind
How you morph so quickly
Into a chilly nucleus
Closing up, burning with touch
What you once held close
Your temperature changes
And we all feel weak
At the site of the iceberg
You’ve made of emotions
How long will it take you to soften
And break down at the core
Of your unexcavated soul?
Who will wait for a block of ice to melt?
Hello all! Here is the result of the very first collaborative effort between my fiance and I.
I created the artwork/general idea, and she came up with the amazing poem. We've got a few more ideas in the works, so I'll be sure to keep you updated.
-Jason
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