Icicles Poem by Savannah Allison

The cold air whips my face,
I wear sandals, so my feet are frozen,
my nose is as red as a cherry,
and my cheeks are like apples.

But I cant go back in there and listen to what they say,
always putting me down,
putting you down.

I freeze when your name comes up,
I hate the sound of it on hateful lips,

I let myself freeze out here,
but where are you?
Are you thinking of me?
Have you ever cried for me?

My tears turn to ice on my cheeks,
as I realize what I have to do,
the sacrifice I have to make,

Slowly, I rise to my feet, turn around,
and walk back inside.