• Dirt on the window
    Dust on the floor
    She sat in the corner
    It felt like a war

    Seething sensations
    Alone on the moore
    Rushed past the willow
    And in through the door

    Cold as a Raven
    He sat in Despair
    Despite her sad pleadings
    He felt not a care

    As if a cold breeze
    He wisked her Aside
    She even still loved him
    His real feelings Beside

    Soon he was gone
    She was alone
    The clock on the mantle
    Clicked on one tone

    Now she's Depressed
    Once more..again
    On a old bumpy drive
    Round Winters bend

    She looks through the window
    To pray its a lie
    And as if a miracle
    A star passes by

    To signal to her
    That its not the end
    She understands
    She has much to mend

    You might want to stop reading
    Because this is the end