The Window In Me
Even i am in you, i am so cold.
by James McLain
You just add another coat, blanket out the
voice, of me inside you, crying.
Do you not see me,
here at your side,
only is my whimper,
sounds of your shaking chest
can you feel..me...Do you? ..Do you..?
You look out the window, again, to think..
What is that voice in side me saying...why? ..
it is only the window, speaking to me,
only it's againt..my glass..to find...
one reflection in all the many that once were me..