Window Pains.

At the top of the stairs,
By the door of your room,
Is a fat little sill,
Where I sit and I fume

All tucked nice and neat,
With my lunch and a book,
I'm sitting and searching,
For my heart that you took

The sky is all gloomy,
It moans and it weeps,
And its tears hit my window,
But the sunlight it keeps

This isn't the first time,
I've waited up here,
And sat by the window,
And dried up its tears

The hours I've wasted,
Waiting for you,
Waiting for nothing,
If only you knew

But while I am sitting,
On this lonely ledge,
You're in that damned room,
And my teeth are on edge

All that I'm asking,
Is you show me your face,
And give me a chuckle,
And I'll leave this place

But come the next day,
Tomorrow afternoon,
I'll come right back here,
And I'll wait till next June

For it seems so to me,
That it's perfectly clear,
That I'll never be able,
To find my heart here

Despite all the days,
That I come and I spend,
Up here by myself,
This hurt just won't mend

I should just get up,
I should just go home,
But besides all the bad things,
I've got a nice poem

I wish this would stop,
That I wouldn't care,
That you stole my heart,
That this isn't fair

But that just won't happen,
So here I will sit,
Till my tears are all gone,
I've cried out every bit