I peeped through the window,
I couldn't bear it anymore,
I felt like throwing it all up,
I should throw it all up her face,
I felt emotions swell up in me,
I remembered what she said,
I heard it clearly, she said Nothing,
I am angry, very angry.
I drifted away again,
How quickly I fell,
Her countenance did,
Her face, beautiful for the morning,
Her elegance, Great for the Kings pride,
Her benevolence, brought down the sky.
She walked briskly,
Over the steep rocks,
Through the deep, among the hills,
Where the streets cross,
And the beings formed.
She took a turn,
A dreaded turn,
One that tore my heart,
And made me,
want no more.
I jumped off my thought,
Threw caution abroad,
Flew off the street,
And follow suit her feet,
Her flight was swift,
My sight was clean,
I ran the hills,
And bear a distant,
With my jailer.
And there she is.


Laid in one piece of many pieces,
Over the soil above her bethrowed,
She cried like the bereaved
So she is,
She cried like the wounded,
So she is,
She wailed her life out,
But he wouldn't bear,
I stood agag
Not compromising the dent,




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