Windows

Passage to the heart

Windows

you can see my soul

thru the windows of my heart

I could tell you stories

but I'm not sure where to start

sometimes my windows

are covered up in rain

they are actually teardrops

released from sad thoughts of pain

sometimes I see myself

looking back at me

in the windows of my world

is there somewhere else I should be

the world keeps turning on

I simply cannot stop it

I would hand you my heart

but I'm afraid that you might drop it

so I try to focus on the good things

the things that should make me happy

like my music and my writing

but I better make it snappy

cause the windows need cleaning now

they are stained with soil and dust

since my sunflower has wilted

my heart has begun to rust

Gomer LePoet...

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I couldnt have written this any better...well written piece...You could have written this about me...lol