Ice Heart

When winter comes my heart become cold. Why can't I find my way out of these winter snow storms? Sometimes I feel so shy & yet so bold. When winter comes I breathe deep the icy breath of sleep. Unsure of who I am, I fall upon my knees in search of life beneath the snow. Frightened by what I've unearthed, yet scientifically intrigued. Discovering myself frozen beneath the snow. Given over to cryogenics--I've become an icy hearted thing.