Rejection

Thee is too perfect, 
So perfect like a temple surrounded by gates
Gates that were once opened for me
That thou has now chosen to shut in front of me

The wind blows
And I'm still waiting
Shivering without stop,
Midnight and dawn

Yet thee is in there

enjoying thyself with the opposite sex

And luxury at thoust companion

whereas I am sobbing,

Remembering those times of joy

Joy that could've shifted into love

These gates will never open
And I will not be sanctioned within
Because thous't' is too golden,
For me to have.