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tower room
Contributed by
Merry
on
Saturday, 3rd January 2004 @ 06:48:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The Tower Room
I used to pretend it was a castle
I used to pretend a lot of things
It used to my grandmothers room
Her things are still here
*
I spend hours up here
Sitting in her rocking chair
Listening to Tim Buckley
Holding my heart in my hands
Its broken in lots of places
*
A princess in the tower
A romantic illusion
Or is it delusion
Hallucinating again
I lay on the bed
*
I look through the hatboxes
Crumpled straw and flowers
They looked so pretty on her
I try them on in the mirror
Who is that in there?
*
Im fifteen, fifty, now ninety-five
Young and old at the same time
The record skips skips skips
Why is this stuff still here
Its depressing really
*
My mother listens for owls
Heralding death
Sitting in the treetops
The streetlight comes on
I play that song one more time
*
That house is gone now
The tower torn down
I have a ghostly picture
Me in black leather
Standing in the front yard
***
gmm 2002
Copyright ©
Merry
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2004-01-03 18:48:05]
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Re: tower room
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by Rakerman1999 on
Sunday, 4th January 2004 @ 11:14:10 AM AEST
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The memories of our youth....you have such a way of taking the simple things and making them special. I truly love your writes.
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