Murder and Prejudice.

i've found myself lost in this window.
im looking out on you in awe as you find my eyes.
that garden has grown since ive last saw it, but you havent changed a bit.
my eyes wont lie to you.
i cant see what your waiting for but ill sit here until you find it.
and if you dont then maybe youll find me.
and things will return to the way this garden used to be.
green and yellow floating on nieve thoughts of what we think is so perfect.

I'm deserving of a good home, a gentle voice to guide me.
I'm look for a new life one that isnt so binding.
when people scream murder and prejudice;
makes me wonder what's the point in trying.

please find me im waiting.
look past those harder times when we spoke with louder voices and talked
harsher piercing lines.
when all thats left is leaving you and what stays just wont do.
i cant help but think your pretty face is a diversion from all this bad news.
so we yell our favorite past times.
tack them up to our foreheads.
feeling around for your beating heart but i havent found it yet.
left all my prized possesions lying on your bed.

im waiting for something that im dying to forget.







**alittle rough around the edges but it gets the point across, and is very humble in my opinion. tell me what you think.