I stand beneath her window
Begging to get in
My tears are of no meaning
They're taken by the wind
I stand beneath her window
Hoping for reply
As I shout out that I love her
I'm so lonely I could die
I stand beneath her window
Longing for her touch
She sits inside all alone
She rarely ever speaks much
I stand beneath her window
Praying for a kiss
But after hours of staring
I realize something is amiss
I climb up to her window
Knocking to get in
The only reply I get
Is the echo in the wind
I look inside her window
Hoping to get a glimpse
At the love of my life
Trying not to be a whimp
I look inside her window
Her bed is scarlet red
Upon it lies my love
Her wrists tells me she's dead
All my life I've dreamt of
Entering her window
Now I'm falling down
Towards my own shadow
I lie beneath her window
Bleeding in the dark
And all I ever wanted
Was to walk her through the park.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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So lyrical... it could make a wonderful song
great poem.
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Ah..from the begining to the end..you have the depth and the flow..which is a catchy .and makes readers not to move a bit even..a touching poetry...


