This poem is about love that has been hurt in the first story and the mending of the wounded heart in the second story. This is a general poem, am not talking about myself or any person I know, just trying to point out how love hurts sometimes.
Second Story Window
The dirt covers the pane so grimy
As l use my hand to wipe away the dirt
That built up with me unaware of it
Shining light through where the glass bleeds dark
I am coming through and l am looking inside
Stepping outside the first story window
And stepping into the second story window
The first story was one where I was cruely denied
Love that my heart seeked so earnestly, so honestly
To meet, hug and kiss is all I asked for and it was denied me
I then realised that love expressed in words only without actions means nought.
So near, yet so far away from my dream of how it was going to be.
I pulled down the blinds on the first story window and wept.
I felt hurt, cold, unloved and alone in a world full people.
The blinds remain closed in that first story window.
Am afraid to enter that story with all its hurts now.
Waiting for him to completely erase the hurt in my heart
So that we can together pull the blinds to let light in again.
Apologies, explanations, reassuarances, I love yous in words.
I believe the words but words alone don't count anymore.
My forgiving heart has already forgiven but I havent forgotten
Which is why I can't enter the first story.
My love for him so large and overflowing but is his love for me as large as mine,
That has to be proved by him.
l look through the second story window and judge from there
The first story to be revisted & rewritten by him to mend my aching heart
Sad memories to be replaced with love actions that convince me of the love.
I never got to know how it feels being in his arms.
He promised to take away the cold that he let build a chill inside me
He will have to do it in this second story where i am in at present.
This PC that l hold in my hand l will use like a sword
To cut away the past that makes me sore
As I look from the second story window I feel the beating of my heart
Love put to the test and passed.
Love is such a wonderful thing when you let it into your second story window.
For in here there is no taking each other for granted
You realise that the love you thought will always be there can be snatched away
from you just like that.
I cant promise days that will always be free from rain
I cant promise days that will always be free from troubles
I cant promise days that will always live forever not into night
The impossible isnt a game I can play to win
But when we write our second story window
The love l can promise is here to stay
Many ways to write the ending of this story
But its a chapter that we cannot close
For this love is written in the ways that we both know
How we show our love in a convincing manner
Second story window is breathing life into the love we both have always dreamed about
A love so true and full of honesty, trust and faithfulness
Second story windows that never shut out that light
The sky inside is as blue as it is bright
Nothing is fading away, everything is parading
How deeply the love lies inside the second story window
The birds fly freely outside as they come to see inside
Giving all our love as freely as it comes so easily
Sure love hurts if put to the test, but once it passes the test nothing
can bring it down, it spreads like veld fire, only this fire is eternal
it will never die down.
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