I scratched my fingers
Against the door
I scratched until they
Were red and raw
The door stayed closed
The lock unturned
The blinds kept down
My love returned
I had to go
I could not stay
I had to leave
Just turn away
I left then
And I let go
Of frozen men
In melting snow
The first line inspired by a comment by the beautiful Erika Kind and the rest just popped out.
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Awesome, Vonita! You expressed that feeling in an amazing way of not wanting to move on but being forced to. It is not wort to chafe the fingers for frozen men! The good thing is that snowmen are melting by themselves over time. Fantastic poem!!! 💖
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Haha I was just playing with words Erika! Thank you 🙂
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Keep on playing! Amazing!!!
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Nicely written Bonita!
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Thank you very much!
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You are welcome 🙂
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Lol SORRY misspelled your name Vonita
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😊
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❤
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Olaf will be sad letting him go. 🙂
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I’m sure, but Olaf will get over it 🙂
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Love this one vonita, can be read in many ways!
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Thank you Lynz, I was quite pleased with how it worked out in the end, wasn’t quite what I was planning at the start!
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nice!
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Beautiful poem. Glad she got away.
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Glad she got away too, thank you mandibelle 💐💝💐
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From frozen Syracuse, I am admiring your wonderful way with words, Vonita. ❤
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Very kind of you, thank you, Mark! Hope you are not too frozen. Brrrr, I’m suddenly cold 😀
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Love it to every phoneme, honestly. ❤
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Thank you for these kind words!
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