A glass of light
by Thomas r. wolfing
Wondered about life, as I feel ashamed
From things that I've done, fates I made
Drips of blood on my clean soul
Black stains on my broken windows
Can I interest you with a drink or two?
How about some company I can wait for a few?
Why the stare out there?
When your reflection is in your glass
Why the gloomy face my dear friend?
Here you are near me; your life is far from its end
I stare at the lovers across the street
Hiding from the rain and winds of oblivion from above
I'm not sad, neither I'm glad
I wished for so many things but never had
I thought what I wanted is what I needed
But what I needed is already in hand
Hush my dear I almost hear your heart
I don't need no preach nor a form of art
To tell me what I should desire, what to despise
All I crave for is a touch of you hand and a look from you eyes
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