To You on this Winter's Day
The snow flakes fall on my hair, Frozen in place by the wind The sheer shock shudders my body As another cold blast assaults my icy face It is a dark day out, Sun hidden by storm clouds above. Winter is hitting hard this year, And I am outside without a coat, Sleeve, hat, or glove, Standing in front of our door, Rasping my knuckles on the hard wood. I ask for forgiveness. I beg for redemption I apologize for my words spoken in anger Yes, I am the scum of the male race. No, you do not look large in those ski pants All I want to do is come in from the cold, Come in from the icy depths of the winter’s breeze And let you hold me in your warm arms again. Please let me in. These tears freeze faster on my face then the ice, Melting by the fire place where you sit, Like the warm watchdog over a precious treasure Written March 1st, 2002 © on Apr 06 2002 05:09 PM PST 0 • 10
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