She looked through the window onto the sun setting down
She sat there, breathing silently – on her face, a frown
She turned, only with a tear in her eye
How your emptiness is killing me
The solitude you have cast me to
Is now eating me inside, through and through
She weeps silently like the lonely child, she feels
A bird passes by the window
Signaling there will always be another tomorrow
And as stares at the bird with her eyes in the sunlight rays
They convert into a beautiful brown colored haze
The lightness, it is, she is filled with, now lifts her up into a lullaby sway
She lies to herself saying that ignoring her feelings is the only solution
The clouds go from shady white to paintbrush grey
And she still stands by her open window into the blankness of her life
Asking herself again and again; why does happiness have to have such a short lifeline?
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