you sit below her window hoping shell look out hoping shell her the pelting rocks you sit there and sit there
if only you knew
if only youd heard the screams of her mother if only…
shes laying on the floor. bleeding…
the broken shards of the blood stained glass lay inches away
if only you knew you could of saved her if only if only it wasnt me laying there if only if only it wasnt you below my window
If only
February 25th, 2004 | uncategorized