Tears Roll Down The Window Pane

i hallucinate new realities

when i catch the subtle hint in your eye

i see a golden sunset amongst breeze

and through the inevitable heartbreak

i realize you are not perfect, but

betwixt the late night thoughts i lie awake

relating your bronze soul to my deep rut

while further in the deep woods i wander

down the trails of apathy and dimmed smiles

i lie to my heart and just grow fonder

in the comfort of deep orange leaf piles

soon i will remember why i had came

but first, the tears roll down the window pane

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