Just a poem I wrote. I’m pretty sure I was bored, and a bit depressed when I wrote it.
The winter winds howling,
Screaming for the pleasure of my home.
Inside as homey as can be,
Yet I’m alone.
I yearn for her touch,
That soft embrace.
A warming smile.
Gone,
Left like the summer sun.
She hates me now.
Never take me back.
I miss her much.
She’s just out of reach.
Jack Frost,
slapping me,
every step,
all the way,
as I leave,
to go out and apologize
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