Megan Rose's Poetry: Book Two

Staring Out Of The Window.

Staring out of the window again tonight,
Crying and praying for you to walk into my sight,
Every shadow my hopes grow, I think they are you,
Repeating disappointment, you never come into view,

Tear after tear strolling down my face,
I feel so alone in this crowded place,
No one understands the pain that I feel,
Never knew anyone could have so much pain, it’s so surreal,

I beg God to bring you to me at least for a while,
I need you to hold me and bring back my smile,
I just need to kiss you and hear your sweet voice,
If I had it my way you’d be here, there’d be no choice,

A knife in my heart, a gunshot too,
Both would be less painful then forced to breathe without you,
You are my rock, my heart, and my soul,
The only thing that completes me and makes me feel whole,

Weak and so empty, yet I am forced to be strong,
I cannot live without you, yet the days drag on,
Sometimes the anger takes over and I get bad thoughts,
“Megan do what is true, do not do what is false,”

I scream and I yell, unable to stop,
Throwing things, breaking things, until onto my bed I flop,
I hate this, I hate this, we need a time machine,
To take us into the future, to where you turn eighteen,

Devoted and committed, both are you and I,
But it does not stop the heartache or push it all aside,
Baby I will be waiting, staring out of the window for your return,
Always sitting here in eagerness, oh so much for you I yearn.