26 October 2008 § Leave a comment
i’m alone again now,
because you’re in your room
not walking me home.
the clouds reflect my eyes,
stormy, grey, and a little bit sad.
they hang low,
swollen, rain, bursting
with pent up rain.
if the clouds felt the emotions i do
they would smother the earth with
it’s a long walk,
and i’m only halfway there,
double the distance
and i don’t think that you’ll ever
come to walk me home.
i think it could rain on me tonight.