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I make my way to the window It is this place where we meet Full of excitement, light on my feet I come here quite often Waiting for her to arrive My waiting ends when I see Her walking, coming up to me Separated by a window We speak as we usually do As inevitably as the sun sets She turns to leave with the light I make my way to the window Summer ends, time doesn’t stop But our meetings, I’d never swap We still meet here separated A window still stands between All I want is to open the window To rid what I am bounded by I make my way to the window Our meetings now, less frequent I miss that heavenly sequence I stand here hoping she’ll come around I should’ve said how I truly feel I should’ve yelled it from the window sill I make my way to the window She’s not coming anymore With that thought I’m sure With one last look I see her once more I’ve longed for this moment We are now as we were before Nothing less nothing more My feelings haven’t changed But I think I’m content Keeping the window shut for now As inevitably as the moon rises She leaves with the light I still want to tell her All I want is for her to know But I’m happy here, for now Morning comes again I make my way to the window
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
The Window
I make my way to the window It is this place where we meet Full of excitement, light on my feet I come here quite often Waiting for her to arrive My waiting ends when I see Her walking, coming up to me Separated by a window We speak as we usually do As inevitably as the sun sets She turns to leave with the light I make my way to the window Summer ends, time doesn’t stop But our meetings, I’d never swap We still meet here separated A window still stands between All I want is to open the window To rid what I am bounded by I make my way to the window Our meetings now, less frequent I miss that heavenly sequence I stand here hoping she’ll come around I should’ve said how I truly feel I should’ve yelled it from the window sill I make my way to the window She’s not coming anymore With that thought I’m sure With one last look I see her once more I’ve longed for this moment We are now as we were before Nothing less nothing more My feelings haven’t changed But I think I’m content Keeping the window shut for now As inevitably as the moon rises She leaves with the light I still want to tell her All I want is for her to know But I’m happy here, for now Morning comes again I make my way to the window
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TySoth
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TySoth
23/M/Buffalo, NY
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
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