The Window

Let's stare
starkly out the window
at those less fortunate
that stir emotionless devices
and mark their contempt with snide grins
dont let them see you
the revolution is early
and we're safe in each other's arms

Walk inbetween the lines
let the concrete cushion against insignificance
betray the norm and lose your innocence
gaze without eye contact
and hold my hand
the only committment
I feel secure with

Maybe tonight we'll sit outside
letting the wind carry the masses
to hear our opinionated glances
I'd love to debate
with you at my side
and my liberal banter
making up for the lost time
where I was lost
The night is young
please grab my hand
and stare out the window with me?