Seats Changed.

Tayama

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...

  • Author: Tayama (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 16th, 2019 17:16
  • 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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