Gazing Through the WindowMature

    As I sit in my room at night, I look out my window and imagine being with her at that very moment. Erase all my sadness, wipe away the tears I have shed. I long to hold her in my arms, to have her close to me, to protect her from the world. When all else goes to hell, i think of her, my mind basks in the thoughts of being with her, for it is as addicted as I to her.

    When she is sad, my world is sad. When she is happy, my world is happy. I can never live without her, it's not that I cant live without her. I'd just rather not even try. I love her with what's left of me, and I sit gazing out the window...

Written By: David Ericson


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