Send me away.
Away from your window.
The window that allows me to see into your heart.
The heart where I now stare at where I formerly stood.
Where I stood strong, rooted in place.
But I was uprooted when she took a shovel and dug me up and planted her seeds of deceit.
The seeds that made you forget about me and move on with her.
Only her ways would go on to break you down.
Down until you had no passion in your eyes.
The eyes that bore into me, and can see right through my lies.
The lies I tell to keep everyone happy, even myself. Until I see you again.
When I see you, you and your dead eyes still have an effect on me and my clouded ones.
The clouds that blur my thoughts and bring up the past.
The past, where we once lived happily and free
Free from prying individuals, where we could express ourselves with out worry.
Worry of being seen, heard, or figured out.
Figured out who we really were, how we really felt.
The forbidden feelings that still live dormant in one of us.
The one that can remember.
Remember the window where I once stood, the window into your heart.
