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Window


I stare out the window and see that there is no longer rain But the dark black clouds have not gone anywhere, they remain I wonder why I still look out the window; it just brings me to tears I should accept that it is over because it has been two years But something in my heart just refuses to let me, let you go There are so many things I wish I would have told you and let you know Like how much I really needed you in my life to hold me at night And how I am so sorry that I always kept silent when we would fight I never wanted to talk about our problems, I would just walk away I always thought I would have second chances and you would stay Now I just hold the regret whenever I look outside the window I still wear the ring you gave me even though, I am now a widow That night has never left my mind; I can still see the look on your face How you begged me to sit down and talk to you about a misunderstanding But I kicked you out and left you in the middle of the street standing Yelling at you from the opened window, throwing things at you as you duck I wasn’t in my right mind, or in the right time because I never seen the truck I just saw you in air and then tumble laying face down on the ground Next thing I know a lot of people and cops piled all around It wasn’t until we got to the hospital that you were pronounced dead My heart sank into my stomach and that’s when I lost my head I relive that moment when I look out the window and ask myself why Why didn’t I just listen to what you had to say, you never would lie What killed me was when I was at your funeral and talked to your brother And he pointed out that lady in your hotel room was just your mother
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Poetry is life. I own Nessa Style Productions, a name I use when I publish my books. My pen name is Karamelprincess. My goal is to change lives with the power of poetry.

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