Coldest Day Poem by cassie wheathers

Are you home, upstairs alone?
If you saw me peering through your window, would you care?
Because here i am.
I stopped the car, the song was too sad.
It made me think of you.
'The saddest song ive ever heard' were the words i mumbled.
Please come down stairs, i know its cold.
I know.
The rain falls on your face, but the rain is not your lips.
The rose petals still fresh on the ground, its what you wanted.
I never liked cake or roses, but hell, its what you wanted.
I will run, and i will cry.
Because all is grey with out you. (not to sound manic)
Its just how i feel now, girl.
To me its simply grey,
and its the coldest damned day.