The Window

Wed, 07/30/2014 - 14:26 -- lsw1121

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I look out. 

It is dark; it is bright out.

The light is on; the light is out.

I cry, I pout.

 

Will she come home to me?

Will I be awake to see?

 

I grow restless.

I grow careless.

 

The stars look dull and faded,

every house is dilapidated.

 

As I sit there and wait,

I stare out the window for my fate.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.   

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