I wish I was cold-hearted and frozen
if it was frozen I could cut it out and let myself be empty
but it beats hot with the smell of wood fire in stone hearth
hot like embers in a pyre
I wish I was spring, new and clean
frozen hearts of ice in the streams
but winter's all I have
with fires burning in lonely homes
an opposite that's less attractive
melting from the inside, I wish I could freeze