It can be cold out there...


Just an autumn leaf


The shop is full of toys
but none of them are for me
i am just an autumn leaf
blowing in the breeze.

And as i drift through the crowd
i begin to understand
that this place i once called home
has become a foreign land.

And the only comfort that i recieve
is from the mannequin
with the Marlon Brando grin
it reminds me that the world is cold
when you're on the outside
looking in.

So i reach in through your eyes
and hope to touch your soul
i am just searching for some warmth
to bring me in
from out of the cold.


© Rik - 14/06/2006




Poetry by Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-06-15 at 01:37

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SandraMarion(Hill)Veinot
has a nice flowing rhythm,
2009-02-15


Marlene Tyrell
you are so good at sad/beautiful writing...

"And the only comfort that i recieve
is from the mannequin
with the Marlon Brando grin
it reminds me that the world is cold
when you're on the outside
looking in."

this is my favorite part. the feeling of beeing on the other side of a glass wall while life is happening on the other side.... and the cold. lonelyness. you are ritght, it can be cold, BUT the summer is here now...
2006-06-22


Mr.Mist
...this made me think of someone special...i liked it..think ill be reading this over and over...

- mr.m
2006-06-15


Zoya Zaidi
As usual, a sweet melancholy
Filters through your words from
The deep recess of your soul.

**Hugs for a beautiful poem on longing**

Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-06-15


Malin Johansson
You describe the coldness very well here... and the wishing of having warmness around you..
Very good poem..
Sunny regards from sweden
2006-06-15


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hi there rik a lovely poem and so poignant
but you are always welcome her lololol well done rgdss mike
2006-06-15


Kathy Lockhart
Rik...you have a way of reaching the heart of my soul and touching deeply. The flow of this is so moving as are the words. The picture you paint is vivid and so sad. The sadness of lonliness and the feeling of not belonging permeates this phenominal verse. Then, the searching for a warm place to be accepted the lingering hope of just one place. I have bookmarked this one.
2006-06-15


Arti
Beautifully expressed there!
"it reminds me that the world is cold
when you're on the outside
looking in"
How true.
((hugs))
Arti.
2006-06-15