My icy driveway (someone stop me from writing sonnets please)

The road to hell is paved with good intentions
But my driveway is far too steep to climb,
So I slip down past the icy compliments
And land ass first between the lines.

As I stand up from my tragic lapse
I remember that depth is the greatest of heights
Or whatever she said in when the pawn hits,
It took me four years to finally memorize.

So, in snide and in subtlety I climb yet again
Knowing the salt can’t always melt the wound,
But beyond begs for hugs and comedic amen’s
The top of my driveway feels just as cold.

But I'll take my hair dryer and melt all the ice left,
For it to freeze over again and remember my mess.