Too dear.
Wind still blows
And people walk by
Kids playing with the hose
Probably won't see them again.
Everybody leaves
The question is when?
How long will this last?
Time brings changes,
How much has passed?
Here I see it as it falls
Here I look
Through the 3 glass walls.
~hi! Hope you like it, just so you know I actually have a room with 3 walls made of windows. We call it the glass room. This poem was supposed to be watching time change through it. Please comment! ~
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#household. Standing at the doorway. To a new life. Standing on the threshold some may say. No trouble or strife. Not a worry in sight. As I gaze in amazement.
#household. Three year olds don't say it. Exactly how it should be. Terri is my name but. Tetti it became. I kinda liked it so it stayed.
#household W oudnt like to judge I n another house hold challenge because it's a N ightmare to D ecide O n a W inner.
The eyes are the windows to the soul But what if the eyes are black. Does that mean the soul is foul. Or shutters drawn against attack. #household.
Days of silence. Neither of us talks. No apologies. Love on the rocks. Escalation of rows. Wrong sort of passion. Once showed in love. Now appears in aggression. Priorites were compromise.
#household. Sizing you up with a steady, cold stare. Reeling you in with eyes of sapphire blue. Chiseled sharp jaw with a stubble of hair. Slicker than ice as he glides through the room.
Eyes of stone, Heart of ice, Spiteful words, That aren't nice. Hateful looks, Laser stare, I try my hardest, You glare and glare.
#household Ashes to ashes Trust to dust Take a dance on my grave If you must When I was around You wouldn't dare Now that I'm gone You really don't care But you seem to forget You're not too...
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