Through This Window

by LDA DVA   Aug 11, 2008


Through this window,
though hard to see;
are the empty souls
we used to be.

And through this glass
our dead-end lives,
have left us little but
small white lies.

And past clear reflections,
and heavy fear are
the only things
that we hold dear.

So through this window
we'll always see
the things we hope
to never be.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Lacie

    Good job your gona go far with this poem, 5\5 good luck