the wind creeps quietly into my window
i let the breeze run over my shoulders somehow this comforts my lonesome soul
then it gently begins to lift papers from my desk
leaving them to slowly fall onto the concrete floor
the same way i'd fallen the night before
though when it is dark tonight
my guest will tell me that it'll be leaving soon
i will close my window
and act selfishly
there will be a loud noise behind me
my guest will shut the door
while asking me to let him go
"this is hard," i'll say
what i say won't matter anyway
he simply cannot stay
then, i will have to let go of him
i'll have to open my window
allow the wind to be free
while i feel captured between these four cold walls
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
the wind creeps quietly into my window
i let the breeze run over my shoulders somehow this comforts my lonesome soul
then it gently begins to lift papers from my desk
leaving them to slowly fall onto the concrete floor
the same way i'd fallen the night before
though when it is dark tonight
my guest will tell me that it'll be leaving soon
i will close my window
and act selfishly
there will be a loud noise behind me
my guest will shut the door
while asking me to let him go
"this is hard," i'll say
what i say won't matter anyway
he simply cannot stay
then, i will have to let go of him
i'll have to open my window
allow the wind to be free
while i feel captured between these four cold walls
