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[title] => Window Sills
[time] => 2005-12-26 14:47:31
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[bodytext] => Through shadow's flight And loss of faith She sits alone And falls from grace On the window sill She hangs her dreams Let the sun shine through them Like distant memories With shadow's life awakens The final, darkest call She sits in pain, alone Through life, she slowly falls And her dreams? Well they just die In the soft lit day And she sits and she sighs Without anything to say Let sun shine through them Like painted, stained art Flitter through and flicker soft Tear through torn heart You let her cry Tears fall from her face As she sits on her window sill A silent disgrace The girl is lonely The girl has done no wrong The girl wishes to die She wants to belong.... And then one day The girl is no more Her flittered, hung up dreams— Twirling in the light. Basking in tear-stained glass She is gone And no one cares, But eventually they seek And when they do find, Then they speak "Oh goodness she is dead!" "But why oh why? She was my friend?" Alas but sweet lies are like sweet honey when she dies, And each passerby has something to say: "Her death was such a surprise!" Ah but such sweet, neatly wrapped lies Are so abundant now: "And if she was only here!" Hypocrites hide behind unfeeling tears. And through the untruths Their claims of friendships fall through, When the funeral holds no one But a solitary priest Who lays a rose At the stone The grave is grey and cheap And the sun is hidden The burial is lone and forgotten The solitary rose died long ago And the harsh wind is cold And the girl that once was: Quiet and alone in life Is so too, the same in death And on her grave There is but one thing said: "Here lies the girl on the window sill. A rose never to be forgotten, Found alone in her bed Though, at first, No one noticed she was dead" Sweet lies of the window sill girl Who just needed somebody to be there. Silly window sill girl, No one ever did care. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 493 [topic] => 38 [informant] => dream_protector_bp [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
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