She was afraid,
Probably a little too shy.
Maybe that’s how she was made;
Too damn scared to fly.
You were a little rude,
Probably not that nice.
She probably thought it was too crude;
Couldn’t even swallow her rice.
Through all your endless complains,
Critical to her name.
When your upper lip curled in disdain,
Her world – a state of shame.
You were flaming hot,
Overlooked her eyes.
You wouldn’t have thought;
They turned to ice.
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