Your stuck-up windows

i wonder why you plant holes in these walls
to prevent the breeze sweep the pride off your possessions
the dust off your stale breathe
the sun reminds you of what morbidly lives outside
to which you pull down the curtains
Before your heartbeat is situated
Just as someone's lost in the mist of thought
that climbed too slowly above your eyes
to which you would close them,ofcourse

Behind these walls you may crash into
her someday as these films say chosen to
bathe in the sunshine
As u squat just below the window's open arms
hidden behind your own
weeping for a day that belonged to her
And hoping these windows don't walk beside you ......