Through the Window- plain version

A/N: I actually uploaded the original version of this in free verse, which was always how I intended it. A short explanation for the decorative free verse previously:
You see, when I wrote this poem I always intended it to be a decorative free verse, and I always thought it looked a little too plain without it, but oh well, you judge. You see, the girl has always wanted the best, the fanciest, etc.etc., and the free verse is fancy and decorative, which is the purpose it serves, to sort of further illustrate the poem :)

I hope you like this plain version too, though :)

Through the Window


She'd always demanded
For even more
Than what she had
Nothing was enough
Her world had to be
Perfect
(Though as everyone knows,
There's no such thing)

So one day she flounced through
Her beautiful house
("Beautiful" is an understatement)
The most beautiful
That anyone could ever ask for
(Though she always asked for more)

A window caught her eye
It was plain, drab, boring
She was appalled, disgusted, horrified
How could something like that
Possibly exist
In her beautiful home?

She peered through it
Oh, what a sight!
Everything she could possibly ask for!
It was the Perfect world
Better than the one
She saw in her dreams
Everything she ever wanted
Everything she could ever want
Glistened with Perfection

She pushed open the window
Had her dreams finally
Come true?
(No.)

Disappointed, annoyed, upset
All she saw was their old
Boring garden

She shut the window
Was she hallucinating?
Through the window
Again she saw that
Beautiful world

That tantalizing, alluring world
Like a Perfect, shiny apple
That hung just out of reach
So real!
Yet non-existent
In all its Perfection
Through the window


Each day, she would
Gravitate
Back to it, like
A moth drawn to light.

Each day she would press
Her face against the glass
She couldn't sleep
Nothing in her dreams
Could satisfy her any longer
Now that she had seen
That Perfect world
Through the window


Every day, her desire to enter that world
Grew all the more stronger
It wasn't good
To be so attracted to that window
And that world which would only cause her
Heartache

Yet, every time
She found herself on that corridor
"Just a little peek!"
She'd flee to it
And gaze through the window
Until her eyes glazed over.
It was an addiction.


One day
Like any other
She stared, and stared
If only, if only!
If only she could
melt
Into the glass and join
This beautiful, amazing, wondrous world

If only, if only!
She pressed yet harder against the glass
Her eyes wide and bright
But lost
Lost to that world
Lost.

She was overcome by her desires
It would be the only thing she would ever
Dream of again,
Think of again,
Wish for again,
If only she could have access to it!
She was completely lost now.


Perhaps she had pressed too hard
Against the window
Because it started to open

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She could see it!
Her Perfect world,
It would now be hers!

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The windows were almost wide open now.

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She was coming!
It was embracing her
Welcoming her

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And she flung herself out
Through the window