You closed the door,
But I was standing on the other side.
With shivering lips and numb fingertips,
You made me hide.
Peeking behind trees,
Crouching to where I cannot be seen,
A ghost with a pale face,
Living among the evergreens.
Hiding so you won’t see me,
Shaking with fear.
The pelting rain,
Blending with my tears.
I see your shadow,
But fog covers the glass.
You were my first,
And now my last.
You are no longer my sun,
And rainy days have surely come.
Stumbling in 5 inches of deep regret,
but I have not fallen yet.
I miss your sunshine,
I was always the clouds.
Keeping your rays for myself,
But sometimes two is a crowd.
My lips still ache,
To one day whisper your name.
Until then my heart will break,
The world ends in flames.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
You closed the door,
But I was standing on the other side.
With shivering lips and numb fingertips,
You made me hide.
Peeking behind trees,
Crouching to where I cannot be seen,
A ghost with a pale face,
Living among the evergreens.
Hiding so you won’t see me,
Shaking with fear.
The pelting rain,
Blending with my tears.
I see your shadow,
But fog covers the glass.
You were my first,
And now my last.
You are no longer my sun,
And rainy days have surely come.
Stumbling in 5 inches of deep regret,
but I have not fallen yet.
I miss your sunshine,
I was always the clouds.
Keeping your rays for myself,
But sometimes two is a crowd.
My lips still ache,
To one day whisper your name.
Until then my heart will break,
The world ends in flames.
This is a group poem me and a few others made in class, but I tweaked it a bit.