The Window...

Looking at her through

The Window

It doesn't look like much

Just another sad girl.

You don't question

Why,who, or how bad.

You just move on

Without a second thought.

Looking at her eyes,

You see her heart breaking.

Every tear that glides down her

pretty face

Another fragment of her

shattered heart

She struggles to keep it

together.

But the pain effortlessly wins.

Each broken piece

Time stolen from her.

Looking at her through

The Window.

You begin to wonder,

How many times

Her face so torn in despair?

How many people

Stole her smile from her?

How many tears

Have you forced from her?

How much time

Did you take from her short life?

Looking at her

Through the Window

You watch her pretty face

Melt into nothing.