Cold December Night
A poem about young, unrequited love and a boy who pretended to feel the same way. Instead, he threw away our friendship and ran off with a girl he just met
(A sappy, sad poem I feel we can all relate
I guard my heart with all my might
As I stare out the car window
this cold December night
The rain comes down as light as my step
I walk to your car with a heavy heart
My burdened mind cannot simply relent
Everything seems to be a blur
as I vaguely think and remember
how those days were
This cold December night
I hold back my tears
To not blind my sight
and silence the words that I hear
Maybe one day I will see
that all of this was meant to be
About the Creator
Kate Locke
Oregon grown and adventurer at heart. Kate likes to write when she has the time. She believes that social media is causing us to be disconnected and distracted. She has a bachelor's in Journalism and Communications.
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