Windows

you can see my soul
thru the windows of my heart
I could tell you stories
but I'm not sure where to start

sometimes my windows
are covered up in rain
they are actually teardrops
released from sad thoughts of pain

sometimes I see myself
looking back at me
in the windows of my world
is there somewhere else I should be

the world keeps turning on
I simply cannot stop it
I would hand you my heart
but I'm afraid that you might drop it

so I try to focus on the good things
the things that should make me happy
like my music and my writing
but I better make it snappy

cause the windows need cleaning now
they are stained with soil and dust
since my sunflower has wilted
my heart has begun to rust

Gomer LePoet...