wishing through windows
i left life in the moment i wished i were someone else
someone else, who would stop wishing through windows, watching for eyes to stare into, yearning for a glimpse of something beautiful behind
someone without memories littered with loss, from messengers that dropped packages of painful emotions into their life with one simple toss
i managed to open everything as it arrived at my door, with open heart and passion...hoping for happiness inside, but as the paper tore...I saw its metaphor...and beneath the protective filler was emptiness....an emptiness greater than before
a water damaged wood frame, splitting open, gradually, like a heart unable to handle its pain, creating a channel allowing drops to trickle inside...but this rain, diluted with salt drowns my wishes and brings them....to a halt.
someone else, who would stop wishing through windows, watching for eyes to stare into, yearning for a glimpse of something beautiful behind
someone without memories littered with loss, from messengers that dropped packages of painful emotions into their life with one simple toss
i managed to open everything as it arrived at my door, with open heart and passion...hoping for happiness inside, but as the paper tore...I saw its metaphor...and beneath the protective filler was emptiness....an emptiness greater than before
a water damaged wood frame, splitting open, gradually, like a heart unable to handle its pain, creating a channel allowing drops to trickle inside...but this rain, diluted with salt drowns my wishes and brings them....to a halt.
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