I peer through this window,
Looking through life’s magnifying glass
Examining and questioning meaning in one’s life.
When I thought all hope was lost,  I found you

Your freckles were dusted on your face like sands of Michigan
As your light blue eyes peer into a crowded room
And people seemed not to notice you,
As the group’s ego, eagerly overpowers you and makes you stay in silence.

But I notice
I noticed your quirky laugh, warm smile, and blue eyes staring at me
And I don't know why but I can't stop staring,
The outside noise ceases to exist, and I just get lost.
Lost like a rock star without a guitar or a poet without words
And it feels like a valet is taking off my coat. The Coat I often wear called stress.
Your smile warms a room like fresh baked cookies on a cold winter night.

When I'm with other people,
I start to think about what you are doing or what you are up to because you run in my mind all Night like reruns on Nick At Nite.
And for once in my life I didn't hear screaming in my head.
An old wise man once told me that if its too good to be true then it probably is,
And you know what.
He was right

Because now I peer through this window
Staring down at you, yet you never look back.
No matter how many times I tell you that you're beautiful,
you never say thank you.
Instead you took it for granted and moved on to someone else.
Someone who lacks respect or doesn't see the beautiful women you are,
And you simply flush me out. Flushed like T.P down a toilet as I call out like ET so I can phone You, but you just ignore me and flush away my existence.
You ripped out my soul, dragging around the town for everyone can see what hopeless soul you Have captured this time.

You make me feel empty.
Empty like a politician's words or empty like a newborn’s mind.
Now when I see your freckles or your Innocent eyes and
When I get lost, all I feel is pain.
I escape to my mind trying to figure out what is wrong with me?
Is it my beliefs, my lack of muscle or smarts?
And when you ask me how I’m doing, I would lie and say that I am fine and that you are not on My mind, and  you running in my mind like that TV shows that haunts my nights.
What rips me apart the most is that you are fine with your slab of meat.

So now I look down through this window,
All I see is white mist called dreams haunting my wounded heart night after night,
Dreaming that one day, I can hold you into my arms,
I can feel your lips touch mine, I can waste my time with you,
And call you mine,
But a dream is just a dream.