Window Box DreamsA Poem by Tenten
I have a dream
Of arguing in public
She wants me to say
She's the best lover, my forever
Of roses in window boxes
And herbs growing inside, consuming
Of our crummy flat that's
Too hot, too high with cracking walls
In a city I despise
Just as much as she adores
But the architecture captivates
On those rare silent nights
I have a dream of happiness
In a method, manner, way
A path I never considered
Before it goes
And the indulgence is through
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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Added on October 10, 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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