Frost.
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cjhaleTeen Charlotte Hale, call me Charlie.
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Frosty hearts

Frost.

by cjhale

There's frost on the window.

There's frost on the glass.

But that's not the only place that frost lingers.

It reigns in my heart.

It spreads like a disease.

Leaving a frozen wasteland in its wake.

There's frost consuming.

Ever growing, never leaving.

I need the sun to warm my soul.

But I fear that the sky of ice cannot be penetrated.

I'm trapped.

I'm frozen.

I can't breath.

I'm fading away.

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bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
10 months agoReply
You wrote beautifully. It is 95 degrees here today and I had to put on a sweater. The descriptive power of your words were enhanced by your pictures. This was outstanding. Great job!!

SomewhereintimeBronze CommaI like cookies. Oh yeah and writing too.
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That was very good *thumbs up* kind of sad... but I still think that it was beautiful. Keep up the good work :)