I displayed moments of my personality
you kept them in your corner
I made my echoes heard in the room
you manipulated the sound with windows
I drew lifetimes onto the walls
You ripped down the wallpaper
I walked out the door
And you shut it behind me
I cried on the porch
And you had moved away
Let lengths of time
Lead us in words of wisdom
Sharing glimpses in hollow mirrors
masked as script
tied to windows into the soul
Every morning doves come to my window
Every morning I close my window
They have come to sing to my day
A day I dread with every dove that sings
Every day the doves fly away
Hoping tomorrow will changes my disposition
Every evening I open my window
To listen to the nightingale sing to my night
I see the window you’re standing behind
I’ve been searching for the door
The only one I’ve found
Was locked on the outside
I’m not sure if you ever gave me a key
Now I stand in front of the window
Looking at you, looking at me
Wondering if you will open it
Hoping you open it
Only the lonely
Or something else they say
Tears dry before sand can melt
The glass window hides your face
Watch the rain slide down the panel
Sit in the chair alone
Paper Moments & Broken Lines 