The Window

August 13, 2010
I'll watch from a distance as usual,
Because I know the feelings aren't mutual.
I watch from a window of an empty home,
All because I'll never leave my comfort zone.
His careful eyes, his careless smile,
Makes every single moment worthwhile.
I watch him come and I watch him go,
Hoping my true feelings won't ever show.
To forget I roam this dark empty home,
No exits except for that shining window.
The only place where the light comes through,
Where I make my wish hoping it will come true.
But alas, It's locked from outside,
I may exit if someone swallows their pride.
I touch the window to feel its warmth,
To escape this home isolated from Earth.
There he is once again he looks over,
I see him walk towards me this hell may be over.
My heart races faster and I can imagine my freedom,
Never once felt nature, to me she's a stranger.
To walk barefoot in the grass on a beautiful Sunday,
To feel the wind in my hair and the sun shining my way.
But alas he keeps walking right past my cell,
He's with a girl whom he loves I can tell.
I see them kiss and it suddenly begins to rain,
And they run to shelter as I watch them in pain.
My window gets cold so I walk away,
Without hopes for the following day.
An eternity later my story is told,
How a heart-broken girl turned old all alone.
Searching for an exit and looking out her window all day,
As everyone watched the pitiful girl whither away.





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