distance grows

A Poem by Tenten

I don’t like the distance that grows between us

At the play of faces moving between us

Presenting the disturbing expectation of false true

Self of love is the lie of existence in linked arms

Evolution of four piece life fading in our hands

This belief ends in sorrowed silence

Drifting eyes away from now of present day

© 2008 Tenten

Author's Note

Cp. 1:42AM Sat 03/15/08 NM Sick Puppies Free Hugs back of my head high, ok (Written, Genesis)

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Added on March 25, 2008

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Tenten

Alamosa, CO

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I 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..