• Little Wilted rose on the windowsill
    Looking out at the harizon
    Withering in silence
    Alone with out reason

    You and I are alike
    Trapped and alone
    Quietly waiting
    In our very own twilight zone

    The rising sun shows promise
    The setting sun shows tranquility
    The people below show us friendship
    We show eachother, maybe we arent actually alone...