winter came early

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    winter came early

    Winter came early this morning, my lips where blue and my eyes where blood shoot

    my life was gone to the sight of him being away from me.

    He left me with one last kiss on my cheeck and one last feel of my face while i was asleep.

    Winter has come to early for me to be feeling this cold. i wish i would have turned on the fireplace before i went to sleep that night

    I woke up to find a note next to my head that said

    "To the love of my life

    i can no longer be by your side i will only be a burden to you and your life so live long and have lots of children.

    Love always

    your love of your life."

    The note brought tears to my eyes for the last time I will ever see him.

    I didnt get up that day I just stayed in bed because I could not move to the feeling of my heart turning to ice.

    Winter came to early that morning. my body filled inside with the feeling of ice waying me down.

    My life way cold with out his warm touch putting me to sleep every night. As the day went on i just got colder and colder.

    When night finally fell I was put in a coffin of glass so people can see the way i went to ice with out him. To my surprise I looked up from my warm coffin bed that wasnt warming me, to see him by my side.

    I lifted from my coffin and grabed his hand and I asked "I thought you left me for good?" he said "As you can tell I am dead. I left you the note in dispare to lead you to where I was going, now you see why I left?" I just smiled and walked away into the sunset.

    Winter came just perfect for me.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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