As I stand outside, stung by the cold rain that I never noticed before, staring at the crack of light that comes spilling from under the grey wood door. As the sky fills with clouds like the dome of a familiar cave. As I ponder things that I already know far too well. To run, to hide, to stand, to lie, to spread the silence with a yell. To merely knock with impulsive glee and break the glass beneath my feet. As I know that if I knock she might say simply "no" - and leave. As I watch the freezing rain slowly turn to freezing snow.
Reason for writing:
Well, I think it's pretty obvious what this poem is
about . . . I don't really know what else to write here.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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