The window haunts me
as I wither alone.
Telling me lies
and looking like home.
Sweet within you
is the home that I’ve known,
since childhood dwellings
were crumbling bone.
Where are we?
Where were you?
I don’t need forgiveness.
Where are we?
Where were you?
Please don’t deny us.
I miss you.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
The window haunts me
as I wither alone.
Telling me lies
and looking like home.
Sweet within you
is the home that I’ve known,
since childhood dwellings
were crumbling bone.
Where are we?
Where were you?
I don’t need forgiveness.
Where are we?
Where were you?
Please don’t deny us.
I miss you.
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