In the Window

December 1, 2009
By , hartland, VT
When I look into the window
I see a girl at a table
She has a furious expression
Tears run down her cheeks freely
She doesn’t care who sees them
She doesn’t seem to care at all
A look inside her
I can see her clearly
So much emotion
Built up big
But it won’t come out, not easily
That explains the furry
As I look from the window,
This is what I see
I now wear the stains
That came from that girl’s cheek

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