Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Squeak Jun 2013
I owe my life to you
You saved me on that fretful day
The crazy little boy you were, opening your window to scream
And I still wonder if you knew, if you were beckoning me
"Come" you were saying, "Come here, I opened this door for you!"

That was what I saw
And I wasted no time in getting there,
I was about to die in the cold rain
My life was meaningless now
Until I walked into that opened door

It was for me right? you called me..
If not then, why am I wearing your warm jumper
And eating the stew your mother has made
Or the bed with a mattress as soft as a cloud
And your face.. the kindest I'll ever see

I'll never forget the warmth of your hand in mine
Crazy little boy who saved me
And gave me hope yet again, how pointless
But with you it doesn't seem that bad, to have hope
But now I have to leave, though I wont say goodbye
Because if I say it now then..
We might not meet again some other time
Squeak Jun 2013
It comes and goes
just like a gentle breeze
warm and kind
and I admit that I might..
just might be enjoying it
because its you thats caught my sight

Though your eyes
eager and anticipating
reading word by word
sentence after sentence
caught in your own little world
as I am in mine
then your lips turn up in a small curl

This dim lighting doesnt help
it but sets a haze of comfort
making this place feel like home
you included
but why?
shouldnt I hate you since you intruded

yes you did,
you know Im not made for you
and youre not for me
but here you are
reading my books
wearing my shirt
...smiling at me
and I admit...
I might be enjoying this

but that is just a thought
and it comes and goes
just like a gentle breeze
too gentle for someone like me

— The End —