You threw rocks at my window each and every night
You would whisper poems into the night
"Darling open up the window "
But I knew better then to do such a foolish thing
But one night I was crying and alone I just needed someone to hold me
Your hands were freezing cold
"Finally you open the window"
I shouldn't have I knew better It was such a foolish thing
My mother opened up the door and fell onto the floor screaming at the sky
Why she screamed Why
"She will be at peace soon"
Im glad I opened up the window you see it was death calling for me
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
You threw rocks at my window each and every night
You would whisper poems into the night
"Darling open up the window "
But I knew better then to do such a foolish thing
But one night I was crying and alone I just needed someone to hold me
Your hands were freezing cold
"Finally you open the window"
I shouldn't have I knew better It was such a foolish thing
My mother opened up the door and fell onto the floor screaming at the sky
Why she screamed Why
"She will be at peace soon"
Im glad I opened up the window you see it was death calling for me
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