The pane of glass in the window
You always look through
but never at.
Heart of sorrow
Beating only from the flow
Of hope through her veins
Under her skin of snow
Voiceless
Silent ears
Of ones around
Never making out a sound
From her lips
A word was never found
She’s invisible.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 12:48 PM UTC
The pane of glass in the window
You always look through
but never at.
Heart of sorrow
Beating only from the flow
Of hope through her veins
Under her skin of snow
Voiceless
Silent ears
Of ones around
Never making out a sound
From her lips
A word was never found
She’s invisible.