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A Broken Window Sill
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Sad I sit atop
A broken window sill
And all my troubles seem to stop
As if by will
But I know that’s not true
And I don’t understand it
But somehow I’m not so blue
Though I don’t understand it a bit
All I know is that I sit in peace
Watching the world go by
As all my problems cease
As I stare into the night sky
Know if only I could
Stay like this for a while
I promise you I would
Since I finally get to smile
I know what you mean I have a place of my own that I can sit around N just fell free N all my problems seem to disappear.
This made me smile, it's funny cause I actually do this. At night, sometimes, I just sit on my windowsill and stare at the sky and suddenly, for a while, everything seems to make sense and at that moment you feel you could stay there forever. Awesome. Thanks for commenting on my poems, you have a fantastic portfolio here, I'll be sure to read more.
Lauren x