like condensation on my window
You will make your way inside
How you enter, I will never know
Not like a ghost gliding through the door
But a stray piece of spirit you didn't know existed
Swaying on the inside of my mind
Summer arrived and my home became the sun and leaves,
sleeping in hammocks, and swinging trees
The winds rocking me asleep
And I, blissfully unaware
I left The front door unlocked
And I misplaced my key
But I've spent too much time worrying about how and what if
Too much time wondering if you only knew
There's Too many songs I haven't heard
and too much time wasted waiting for you
And one day there will be someone
who will ring the doorbell and ask to come in
And we will sit and talk
And be the only things on each others minds
And like condensation on my window
I will wipe you away
Close the curtain
And shut my eyes
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 2:12 AM UTC
like condensation on my window
You will make your way inside
How you enter, I will never know
Not like a ghost gliding through the door
But a stray piece of spirit you didn't know existed
Swaying on the inside of my mind
Summer arrived and my home became the sun and leaves,
sleeping in hammocks, and swinging trees
The winds rocking me asleep
And I, blissfully unaware
I left The front door unlocked
And I misplaced my key
But I've spent too much time worrying about how and what if
Too much time wondering if you only knew
There's Too many songs I haven't heard
and too much time wasted waiting for you
And one day there will be someone
who will ring the doorbell and ask to come in
And we will sit and talk
And be the only things on each others minds
And like condensation on my window
I will wipe you away
Close the curtain
And shut my eyes
I don't know if this is technically even a poem
