Monday, May 15, 2017

Windows

Windows

You see right through them

With your

With our

Beating eyes

With eyes of a fly

You see

Everything from

Murder to art

And

Lightning that dances through the sky

While we lay awake with our eyes wide open for all to see

Just focus on that one sound

The sound of a little girl spiking in the night

With fright the boogie man will snatch her tight

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