I wrote you a poem -
But I threw it away..
the things in my mind
can't find the words to say.
this pen scratches the paper
and i struggle to find
the things i want to say
but they all run and hide.
I stand in the cold, so dismal and grey
the city lights shine
but my heart seems to fade..
Fades into the hurt, to embrace the cold;
My tears turn to frost and i feel so alone.
Maybe one day we'll talk and I'll bring out the poem
The poem I threw away
And then you'll come home.
To my brother - hope he'll never see it.
Sarah Lewis
