Like Ice

Fire is used too often.
So like ice her hearts consumed.
Freezing bit by bit, taking over but not numbing the hurt.
All she feels is cold. A Bitter burn.
Ice is beautiful but she feels not, just wanting it to end.
Her heart she cant defend; for the one whom can melt it away, is the  freezing it...
Trapped in the painful beauty for how long, no one knows.
No one knows if she'll even come out of it okay. A future uncertain.
This is her plea to some one to melt the ice...