he’s hanging by a moment, suspended in time
watching from the window, a pale of divine
rain patters so gently, sends a smothering sound
falling from the heavens, thudding to the ground
A tempest of question, all into his mind
watching away, feeling nothing but grind
One question stands out, though in his brain
the question was a fault, that would drive him insane
Sketched in the mind, memory of her face
but she hurried away at the sign of his grace
hurt and confusion, her eyes so clear
she did not want the unease that came with him, fear
fear of the others, thoughts so dense
he wishes they knew, before they would sense
the fruit of his dreams, is gone for that day
Maby that girl, will come out of the grey
Her eyes so passionate, but not to him
For he is nothing, but a mere glim
Love is their, for both of the pair
but a impure is he, not worth one single, spare
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