Cold and Grey

As the lights all went out

And left the streets cold and grey

I sat on the cold, grey doorstep

Staring at the cold, grey sky

Thinking that maybe if I think hard enough

You'll be sitting right next to me

And I won't have to weep

But the wind just strummed a sad song

On my aching heart strings

Those tears wouldn't stop falling

For the one I miss

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

you could never play in real life..
i had that idea once ..if you sit tight and really think hard
then you will get what you want..but you only got a strong wind hitting at your face
telling you about real life..when dreams are possible and when they cease to be of help
always loved the thoughts ,and the way you tell them
lovely write..

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I read this poem a few times and only found one thing wrong with it...

It ended.

[Robin]

sullen emotion painted on a heavy canvas ..