Windogame from Middlenite by Phoebe Troup

In a dream you had, come to me n’ said
Remember the time you slipped?
How you lost your feet, to the silver street
And the knees of your stockings ripped

God u make a game, of my window frame
You come in like I used to leave
When the air was sweet, and the grass was cheap
Because we were both 17

When I’m fast asleep do you have to keep

Don’t bother me
When the morning
Has yet to pass my lips
We want the sway
Of the curtains
Not what the edges let slip

Thought you’d come in
Unnoticed
Small in the blue of dawn
I have got plenty
To dream of
Without having you to think on

In a dream you had, come to me n’ said
Isn’t it time we slipped?
When I’m fast asleep, do you have to keep
Coming around like this

God, u make a game of my window frame

Don’t bother me
When the morning
Has yet to pass my lips
We want the sway
Of the curtains
Not what the edges let slip

Thought you’d come in
Unnoticed
Small in the blue of dawn
I have got plenty
To dream of
Without having you to think on

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