My Window

As I gaze out my window and stare into space,
The clouds form into the shape of your celestial face
As I lay hopelessly wondering on my side
If you will ever be my predetermined bride.

My eyes remain bloodshot on my cold bed
As I remember the book that my parents read,
Which said, "As you lay there, never say die!",
But, how can I believe this evident lie?

My lonesomeness troubles me to no end,
And I wonder how much more I can bend
When the ones whom forever are taken
Are taken by those considered forsaken.

I have accepted my fate in the end,
So no longer shall I be forced to bend
Because if I am forced dead
My tale shall be forever read.

As I gaze out my window and stare into space,
The clouds form into the shape of your celestial face,
And no longer shall I be a part of this senseless race.