Cold Hearted
I don't want to become bitter
but I ice over a little bit more
each time I hear the pitter
patter of rain falling upon my window pane
It's just a sound and I know it
shouldn't evoke such emotion
in me. But ever so slowly
it takes control off me.
All I hear is the whirling of
the cold brutal wind whispering
as it slams. Your alone again.
No one to snuggle under.
What a bummer. It starts
to make me think I'm done for.
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