my crayon to the wall
There he sits, and doesn’t dare move or twitch. His gaze fixed out the window of the 18th floor.
He seems calm, charmed by Night’s comforting arms as he stares out at the streets that the city lights adorn.
The world stands still, frozen in the cold air chill. His breath freezes in his face and gives him a reason to smile.
It’s so serene, and he wouldn’t dare ask for a change of scenes, cause every night he dreams and it keeps him in touch with his inner child.
Dear winter, I aint really ready for the cold yet. Buried in my blankets and waking up to a cold sweat.
I can barely sleep through the night, cant even sit still. Its freezing outside. 30 degrees minus the wind chill.
Looking for our names in the stars, fogging the windowpane. Ever since you left I have never been the same.
Girl I need you back in my life, and no one else will do. But instead all I got is just a picture of you.
