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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required So cold is it out there Near as cold as it is in here While I sit here staring out the window alone Still waiting for the Gods to throw me a bone Mean and cruel the north wind blows Turns to ice right down to the toes Thoughts of all who have come before Standing there at that wooden door To be off again and turn me away To call upon another day Bitter does become the feed That does not quite the hunger or fill the need Dark are the eyes ever so deep That awaken from such a fretful sleep Anger lives way deep down in there When the cold wind whispers upon the ears Do not awaken the beast from inside Leave it alone. Let it continue to hide Pondering all that waste my dear And if it wasn't quite so numb in here I might have even shed a tear But I cannot ever really begin to care As I cracked the door and no one was there And the wait has become so very long That forgotten are the words to the song So much nicer it might have been If my heart someone again could win But still waiting and all is the same Getting so tired of all the wretched games Scared little one run on home While I sit here staring out the window alone Like Mr. Turtle climb back in the shell Keep on pretending we don't live in hell Go on lying and kidding yourself As the heart continues to collect dust on that shelf Deny the feelings. There never was a spark That might've been the answer to that ache in the heart Oh how so very cold it is out there But little by little I no longer care Under covers and quite unknown While I sit here staring out the window alone Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
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