Poem #1

Ok I wrote this poem in the beginning of December... so it's not that good but here goes

Cold

It's brisk and cold

While I write with little light

I sit out here

In the wake of the night

It's brisk and cold

While I write this poem for you

I sit out here

Wishing that I knew

It's brisk and cold

While I write my goodbye

so I sit out here waiting for you to walk by

It's brisk and cold

While I glance back down the road

I sit out here

Watching the evening go

It's brisk and cold

While I write with little light

I'm not sitting out here

Wasting my night

~Alyssa~