Pains, Pane.

There whispering winds outside my Window, I stare nakedly anxious as
my innocences blushed upon weaken hands,dreaming about lovers in love among winds of change, outside in a pain breathless, amid my window pane.
                  From my concrete thoughts to heavy thighs ,I listen for a wisp of challenge, tho I am penless as my thoughts seemed to never answer my wonder..
       I gather a pass of tears blinding me,as a fantasy I've once thrown from my window seven stories,long from a ravens sight I used for a grace period of warning,.. Tho I grew too a chill as the whispers felt cold crawling my spine,curled and cruel upon lovers asking why I stare long into a passion, fore pain nailed upon my window. ,,
                 As I gaze a gander to stare outside, for love I've yearned,.awhile my window aches, as the winds chim
I cry a thousand listless sighs, for lovers that stare upon my window pane,..