By ismene
Date: 26 April 1998

(Window)

U2 and frosted flakes
Much too cold, a window pain.
Too much snow, jus the same.
Sitting indian style~
Looking through, 
My mind thinks all too much of you.
Tattered paper
everywhere strewn about
this is what I see as I look out.
Cold glass
And I can't see clearly,
It's memories replaying, merely