January 14, 2009
By Jacqueline Smerz BRONZE, Champaign, Illinois
Jacqueline Smerz BRONZE, Champaign, Illinois
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I see you,
Decisively trying to hide the fabrication;
But it is too late.
My heart already wept.
Like a rag clothes-lined in an artic storm,
I was left to pick out the ice shards.

You tell me to thaw out,
But how can I when loving you is winter?
Frostbite beckons at every door,
Keeping even the hopeful songbirds in their roost;
My only hope: to fly towards the sun.

The author's comments:
If you're truely loved, you always feel free

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