Same old buildings, through filthy windows,
Finger drawings of sadness,
It seems so much more, madness?
Pills left out each morning,
I know she cares,
Tossed into the flower bed, do I dare?
No, open the door,
See her plant? Its flowering, you cant,
Im awake, is it to begin?
Maybe I'll change seats today,
I need to get home to her again,
Then she'll hold me, her scent,
Baby tell me i can...
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Author:
Tayama (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We all fight daily with doing the right thing. Knowing someone is waiting for us, no matter what, can make the decision to go on, a little easier.
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