Exiting The Building


Out of the blue, I dream I get a call
And his love
Oh what a day that would be
The frameless pictures brought to life
And looking for my hand
I dream that we marry
I dream that I carry your child
Just how can this never be?
My beautiful dream is a mere fantasy
Because you're never there
You abandoned me
Left me to carry on without you
But you know this I cannot do
I cannot do without you
For I am like a child, with child
Needing someone to hold my hand



N.T.
© 16th November 2003
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