A lovely she is..
I watch her all day.

From dawn to next day,
I wait in dismay.

Each sunset I stare,
My white window's view.

I can not find her.

Each night i spent,
And of each day's lament,
More i want to know,
The meaning of the white,
Window engraved.

This white wall ,
And the white window.

It's too shiny,
The bright coating.
Its viscous colour,
Dripping ,
drop by drop,

I can't seem to break by,
Halting and trying,
rock by rock.

I do have a chair to rest,
But I wait for her,
standing,
By window's view ,
& I wait.

I do have the other wall,
I do have another window,
But I can't seem to make myself
Break through the white wall,

While by the moonlight,
I stare her shadows engraved.

Why this white wall,
Seems a storm to the
Beautiful rainbow,
And if i all i could is wait
Then Why is this white window?

A lovely she is..
I watched her all day.

I have been a raging fire.
I have been an overflowing cup,
Overflowing with guilt;
I wash it down the sink.
I have been too much for everyone:
Too bold,
Too shy,
Too lustful,
Too innocent.
I poured a bucket of ice on my head
To simmer me down a little bit,
And now that I am freezing,
And I cannot feel the fire no more,
I have met you, the blaze.
And your warmth was burning off my skin,
And it was melting my face off,
And it was too much.
Far too much.
You have given me light and burning warmth,
But I cannot handle the smoke.
I now know how he felt.
I am choking,
So I have left.
I will be too little and too much on my own.
I do not need a spark to jolt me.

I question with wrath -
My friend, where's my fiend?
"Buried alive" he said walking by the path.
Rushed I pulled by the collar,
"Where's my fiend?!" I was ready with a roller.
"Why do you care?" he asked with no fear.
She was there when none stayed, she's my dear.
"A literal murderer, your dear?" he laughed.
"Answer my friend, where's my fiend?" I glared.

Looking at her.
Take a glance, there she was…
all over the place, yet so beautiful
you think to yourself, but you just don’t get it.
“How can others not get it?
they look at you
and not fall for you!
of course, they are going to regret it.”

She goes on about her heartaches and troubles,
wishing you could go back in time to tell them how stupid they were,
and with a smirk on your face, they would know,
it is now your turn.

You look at her worried,
about her smile,
about her lips,
about her arms,
about her weight,
and all the things that drive her crazy.
Yet you think to yourself
of how it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve laid eyes on.

You simply observe,
but neither does she understand the power she holds,
or maybe she does.
But she doesn’t make a big deal of it
and that makes her more beautiful.

All that ******* power
one “hi” is enough to poison you
one kiss on the cheek,
now you are impregnated with that perfume,
that smell…
it sneaks through your pillow,
whispers to your ear
reminding you to think of her.

You look in front of you as she stands so calmly
thinking how lucky you got
that you get to love her.
And now you promise,
You will take every chance to remind her,
that you love her.