Just knocked over a glass of sparkly white
My heart-breaking party all by myself
Smell of food in the Window Sill Room
Pool of light from lonely lamp
Chill of English spring night
I’m in the world and feeling the pull of home, real life, somewhere far down there
Tonight I’m crashing towards the earth
Crying on my knees, screaming for home
You who led me here, where are you now?
I followed you with a trembling heart, eager and proud
Life among strangers I thought I could handle but tonight
The weight of an empty universe all resting in the Window Sill Room
1 comment:
solitude has a warmth that loneliness lacks. the magic of the Window Sill Room.
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