Thursday, August 28, 2008
the wind blows through my open window panes,
so cold i am
it seems to be mocking
all that i've been
oh are you my friend?
i thought so
but then you asked a favour in return
shouldn't it be unconditional?
i know thee
a fiend
are you real
why are you breaking into these walls
and tearing me apart?
and the clap of thunder
sent a great shudder
up my spine
and i think about how
i could call you a swine
so many hearts vying for one
why could i have a piece of it too?
tonight i'm feeling all alone
and so the wind still blows
right through my open window panes
and you know
you must know
how it doesn't chase away the pain
-cheryl
11:26 PM
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