Ice

When I was water you couldn’t catch me
Though I filled the shape of a glass exactly
When I was ice, my hart grow chill,
And I cracked the glass that I was meant to fill
Now I sit silent, hard and still,
And you think you can catch me
No more then a rain cloud over a hill
You never will, though
Never will
Yep this is from everyone’s favorite Ice Queen (Alex) since my sister aren’t posting to much up here any more and I don’t have to much to say I decided to post this poem I found.