Jack Frost
It is as cold as the depths of space here
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It reaches outward from my frigid frozen heart
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My home is a world void of warmth
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Freezing all that I touch in a blanket of Ice
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Chilling arctic winds I exhale In exasperation
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It’s very much like sleeping in a igloo naked and in the fetal position
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Warm thoughts elude me, my brain frosted over
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I can't stand the sub zero temperature pouring out from inside of me
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My blood liquid nitrogen as it flees from my heart
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I try to cry but my tears freeze to my face
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I’m in cryostasis frozen and alone in the dark
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Heat of any kind gets up and runs away from me
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Fires expire and candles commit suicide
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I'm stuck in the reflection you see upon a frozen lake bed
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No one can hear my words, frozen to the tip of my tongue
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The children can't see me here, but they feel my icy sting upon their warm faces
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By LukeCoomer ©
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Good write Luke. Why isn't it Fred Frost, or John Frost, or...?! I wish I would shut up being boring sometimes. lol.
I tried to capture something and it looks like I did thanks Orchidee!!
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