to thaw, or not to thaw

The "damsel in distress" no longer has a romance to it not to me shut up, I won't shut up I mean, it's not my fault I have purple butterfly wings that no-one sees It's not my fault I'm the moon vast and frozen in motion casting soft hope onto the darkness of your heart the moon Oh! If Hope were a celestial body! There's a danger in the floorboards What am I afraid of? I am winged! right? I now know I am the one who built these walls so only I can tear them down with my white scarred hands and my strong, fire-red heart I had frozen the fruit of every forest blackberries rest in ice concealing their life Yup, it'll take a lot of blow-dryers for this one I write these words while on my knees praying to the poetry, my alter a page there are hearts with suns inside them red ones, purple, green fluttering just out of my reach I long for how they burn silver roses at my feet they are half-dead too like the fruit Frozen in Beauty hey, it's simple logic! If they can't move, they can't get hurt, or mess up...repeatedly my knees are bleeding by now as the seashell hovers to my ear and whispers "or live" and flutters away