I'm on the outside,
Trying to get in,
You're on the inside,
Beconing again,

The walls are solid,
The climb too steep,
I keep on trying,
As I want to weep.

The is no drawbridge,
That you can let down,
So I stand here clawing,
Always hitting the ground.

There is no ladder,
To ease my climb,
There will be sorrow,
And it will be mine,

I ask you for help,
To get me inside,
But you tell me sorry,
By your heart you abide.

So I'll stand here waiting,
Ouside with my hope,
And pray that someday,
You'll drop me a rope.

Very sweet, i really enjoyed your poem