Scratching my window pane,
drawing a road map of insanity...

I dare you to look deep into my eyes
You cant, you know that I will see the lies...

I didn't know what to do,
or how to pull myself back up...

I think I wrote you
too many poems...

Smiling pills? who need
those when you are around...

Looking out my window pane
I had a glimpse of the old days...

You were daddy's little girl
who would climb my back...

Even my poetry now seems
to find a way to miss you...

Why didn't you pick up when I
called ? Where are you going...

Sigh,
if I only caught that last...

You never failed to reflect
neither have you to refract...

Look at the dewdrops-
reflecting a crystal sheer...