PadlockA Poem by Tenten
She padlocks her bedroom door
Hides the remote away
Talks about changing the locks
Turns my room to storage
Then asks every afternoon
'When are you leaving'
Expecting me gone for a long while
She padlocks her bedroom door
Complains I never come 'home'
Counting the hours days months till I leave
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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Compartment 114
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Added on August 30, 2008 AuthorTentenAlamosa, COAboutI know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..Writing
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