Frozen

  The cold winter breeze leaves the teardrops on my face frozen like cicleshangin from a cave. The smell of love has an aroma in the air as i get ccloser and closer to the cabin. The closer i get th more the smell overwhelms me. I've reached the window I look inside and I see a mom ander children eating cookie and drinking warm milk. The sight brings tears to my eys because their experiencing the love I never gotten. Cold, alone and almost frozen my cold body outside the window goes unnoticed i try to call for help but they hear nothing.