It’s getting late in the afternoon

And a storm is on the horizon

So now I am stuck inside my room

With no one else to keep me company

I could just make someone up

To fill the emptiness

But it’s never the same

So now I’m all by myself

With only my blankets to wrap around me

The rain falls outside my window

Almost as fast as my tears

I’d give anything for it to stop

Because I’m tired of white washed windows

Reflecting only black skies and rain

The walls are covered in photos

Plastic stars that shine so dim

The door has dents in the wood

The floor veiled by my things

So when I look at it from the outside

It almost looks like a fun place

But if you look past the pictures

And look through my things

You start to find that maybe

This isn’t just another happy place

The rain is coming faster now

As the skies look darker still

But there’s one silver lined cloud

Just above my rooftop

Glowing a brighter shade of grey

As the little bit of grey becomes brighter

I find your picture on my wall

The edges are chipped

And the photo is faded

In almost every place

But it’s a nice picture all the same

I pick up my guitar

And strum a few meaningless chords

And sing some of the lines

Of a song I can’t even remember now

But still the rain falls outside

And I’m getting sick of that drum beat

So I pick up your photo again

And stare at your face for awhile

My hands begin to tremble

As a storm begins to quake

The thunder cracks against the sky

Lightening forks the grey clouds

And the damned rain falls on my rooftop

So now I put your picture back on the wall

Hoping that I won’t stare at it so much

But I keep glancing over

Thinking maybe you will waltz in from the rain

But all there is now is the damned rain

Maybe my guitar will comfort me

At first I can’t find the chords

That make the picture come alive

Suddenly the notes are in my fingers

And like a sad reverie they float around

Dancing with the rain drops on my window

My eyes grow dark watching the rain

Each note sounds like a tear

No heavy sob but a simple flow

And I look away from my window again

And my walls begin to look sad

And I lose interest in my things

So now I lie in bed and wait

For the damn rain to stop falling

But in my lying around

I find the strength to get up

And tear down everything on my walls

I chuck my things around

And step on photos

And the thunder rolls again

Almost like the thunder encircled me

So I fight against my things

Ripped me a way to the door

So I step outside in the rain

And I take your photo down to the end of the road

And throw it in the lake

The rain starts to clear then

I fish your photo out

And while the photo is a mess

I can still see your smile

So now I walk back to my room

And sit by window with my guitar

Hoping maybe one day you’ll waltz to my door

Tell myself you deserve better than me and my room

I could never be worthy of someone like you

But this sorry excuse for a human will care for you

And as long as you’re happy I’ll be happy

But while all this is true

Yeah, this sad poem was written for you