Cold As Ice:

She's frozen stiff
And hung out to dry,
Every now and then
She starts to cry.

She's cold and lonely
And left all alone,
To most prying eyes
She's unbeknown.

Day after day
She slowly dies off,
Her hard strong body
Starts to turn soft.

She lives a rough life
Not a companion one,
Her cold brittle bones
Melt under the sun.

Her short lived life
Is sad to imagine,
She's never been loved
Never any compassion.

With each teardrop
That she does let go,
Her life trickles away
As her eyes overflow.

No friends or family
Nor reason to thrive,
Not one good example
To hang on or strive.

One day she's gone
Just a small trace,
Where she once was
Hung her pitiful face.

It's probably the best
For her health was frey,
She suffered everyday
As she weathered away.

For the life of an icicle
Is isolated and cruel,
And it's short lifespan
Is certainly no crown jewel.