Edge of the window

by Ashleigh   Nov 22, 2009


Edge of the window
birds, cars
all of her emotional scars
it was always just an edge
'til one day he pushed her too far
& now it seems like her only escape
there's nothing she can make of herself

edge of the window
all of her dreams twindling down
down to the moment
when the sound of wind is the only thing
she'll hear as she falls
don't you shed a single tear

you were the only thing she could truly fear
she felt a mere exsistence to you
soon that would be over
she was on the edge of the window
he was sending her into a downward spiral

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