Monday 23 January 2012

Window.

No words contain
Enough to make a change
More than the one's you used tonight
Short lived and concise
Like a razor to a heart
Or a finger to a harp

When the statement had been said
Upon the warning signs I tread
As if the blankets were pulled to
From a window with a view
That you haven't seen for weeks
This is all a person seeks

An open window to let in the light
And someone to talk to day or night
So thank you for those words
I finally have heard
What I need to hear
And know now why I'm here.



(sorry about how crude this one is, I'm just getting back into the swing of things.)

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