neverwas
Bluelighter
condensation writtings on windows
tell a tale to those that walk past.
its nice and warm inside.
cant you see the glow?
how inviting...
i bet theres heater on.
or maybe an open fire place?
somewhere nice and toasty to curl up.
with a good book, maybe someone warm to hug.
its been raining here now for quite some time.
i wake up each morning wishing and hopeing
there will be the faintest sign of sunshine.
warmth.
i look out the window
but yet im greeted with another frost.
dew drops on roses
and mist as far as the eye can see.
i walk to the train and cant see infront of my face.
stumbling.
ghostly shadows of images to come by keep forming shape till its well and truely past.
i draw a heart in the condensation once again.
im reminded of past time, people and past events.
water runs down my finger.
suddenly its wet.
winter.
...i sigh...
tell a tale to those that walk past.
its nice and warm inside.
cant you see the glow?
how inviting...
i bet theres heater on.
or maybe an open fire place?
somewhere nice and toasty to curl up.
with a good book, maybe someone warm to hug.
its been raining here now for quite some time.
i wake up each morning wishing and hopeing
there will be the faintest sign of sunshine.
warmth.
i look out the window
but yet im greeted with another frost.
dew drops on roses
and mist as far as the eye can see.
i walk to the train and cant see infront of my face.
stumbling.
ghostly shadows of images to come by keep forming shape till its well and truely past.
i draw a heart in the condensation once again.
im reminded of past time, people and past events.
water runs down my finger.
suddenly its wet.
winter.
...i sigh...
