The Idea



collapsing to my knees, distended with dejection
instead of sweet relief, I offered you rejection

an insightful revelation, I must make amends
an introduction first, an apology as friends!

with my courage restored, to your window I started
but in turn it was me, weeping brokenhearted

teardrops dripping down, falling to my feet
head in my hands, sobbing in the street

like lightning I had ran, coming to a halt
no girl in the window, this was all my fault!

eleven days more, and each night I return
more sullen in spirit, crippled by concern

I long for forgiveness, but you never show
come the next night, outside your window

underneath the stars, to prove I repent
again I’ll await you, and bring with a present


The End

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