My Lonely One

a poem by thenorm

Outside, the rain slowly trickles

Down my window pane.

The silent whisper

Of the Wind

Quickly passes by.

I look into the cloudes

Where intertwining arms

Do their best

To entice me.

No.

I won’t even try.

I would not

Stand against the Thunder;

Weather the Storm;

Love my only one,

My lonely one.

You are not

My lonely one.

You

Are not

My Lonely One.