Poem #14

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Frost

Frost sets in the air

as well as my heart

As the wind gets colder

My mind is clouded

Clouded with the thoughts of you

How you left me last year

Standing underneath that dead oak tree

It withers in the winter

just as my heart has done

you told me you were leaving

like someone says goodbye to their dog

you meant it but you were onto better places

for me, you are my only place

I will sit in his frosty air for eternity

when summer comes my heart will not melt

it is a frozen statue

standing tall

but not feeling

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