Friday, October 21, 2011

My Window.


The world is different
From the view of a window.
The rain is less harsh
And the cold less bitter.
But the mind should know
That a window is only a wall,
And outside that wall,
The world is not afraid to tear you apart.
You're safer in the window of your heart and mind.
Nothing can touch you there,
You're safe,
Except from yourself.

Krose.

1 comment:

ivy said...

Really a beautiful poem.