Our Home

A Poem by Tenten

She’s right you know

About that house being home

Our home

Her bed being our bed

Because the room calls us, collects us

The lost that play a game

Of finding a method to existence

We are like pennies

Dropped and never gathered

Pilling on the bedroom floor

She’s right, that house is

Our home

Any other areas in that town

Are just a bed to stay

While our time apart is spent

© 2008 Tenten

Author's Note

Cp. 8:11PM Sun 04/20/08 �Victim, Tonightless� 18 Visions a little floaty, for Pride, ok, words, here. (Written, New Word)

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Added on April 30, 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..