Windows

October 5, 2011
By Anonymous

It's a long fall and a sudden stop
when we're balancing on this ledge from thirty stories up.
One foot slips and it's bottoms up
and the windows just echo the scream.

Just when the pavement looks nice and soft,
our eyes fly open and those dreams fall apart.
Against the tears we've fought and fought
as the windows block the rain.

Give me a bottle and some oxygen.
This is a war I know I won't win.
I'm kicking and pushing away from my sin.
And the windows just take the blow.

Light a match and everything sparks,
blowing all that we know apart.
And just like the remnants of a broken heart,
the windows are left in shards.



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