Cloudy Day
the wind chills the pane
as you tear at her heart
and she sits inside,
playing her love songs on guitar-
belting emotions
praying for you to come back
but the pane stays cold
reality finished that chapter
now she sits and waits-
waiting,
for her next kiss,
one she can fall for
one who completes her
when the pane can defrost
and the wind warms your heart
the kind where rain is better than sun
and you'd rather have a cloudy day
than the sun
because it is that magical
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