Out The Window.

by nayee   Sep 1, 2007


I stare at clock.
Its a half past 3.
In the morning.
I'm sad.
And I can't see.
Then.
Out The Window.
I can see her smiling.
Telling me.
I'm alright.
So I go back to bed.
With a happy dream.
And her voice in my head.
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  • 17 years ago

    by Kris

    Awe!! I really like it.