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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2010 Mar 18 Comment on this Work [[2010.03.18.00.11.3482]] |
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Shapeless forms, stormy weather outside, and I'm staring out through a grey window waiting, waiting for you to be the one. Rain trickles down the pane just like the water on my face, and I'm tracing the glass to a happy goodbye. Was it you that just walked by? I'll take one more glance at the sky. It doesn't show any sign of stopping, stopping... Glass seperates my world and the world to be, and the world that is. Glass seperates my fingertips from yours. I can see your breath and your eyes, and the hope that lies therein. Stormy weather outside and I'm locked in here looking out through this grey window. Maybe my heart will beat against the glass. Maybe my fist will shatter what seperates my world, and your world, and the world that is. Sometimes you have to lose a little blood to be who you're meant to be. And sometimes you have to stay caged to do the right thing. I can't see past the gold and the endless circle that blocks what I'm not meant to have. And the rain trickles down the pane just like the water on my face. Rest my head on the grey window as I'm waiting, waiting for you to be the one. I'm so tired and I'm waiting...waiting... |