Window Shopping.

I see somone I like. I wish I knew the person I could love on day.

I am window shopping.
Nothing I like rests in flowers and daisies.
My heart beats to wars and attrition.
When will the moon start stopping.
The stars reflect him in tinted windows,
but my eyes don't see the light.
Loneliness as lovely as horses gallopping.

The End

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