i use to throw rocks at your window pane..
in my dreams… i was simply trying to free you
reach you. love you. you would never catch them though
instead you sat at your vanity
applying your makeup..
before you opened your window
i would wake up
i use to recite my writings
you use to genuinely smile
we use to sit and talk about life and how the limit was the sky
i miss that
who knows this love
who can i run to when my love evades me,
i brought a bag of rocks
not to throw at your window pane… no.. not yet but for when
your ready for me too