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Rug, Fence, Furniture

The rug Lying underneath your feet; Been on the ground So long, It's stuck to the ground. The fence Standing deep, anchored in soil; Weed rooting down So deep, It's part of the land. The frames are clean, The pictures seem Like history. Once upon a time, I was More than furniture to us. But now: I want you to see me, Like the door you can open; I'm more than what's inside your home. I want you to want me, Like you used to everyday; I'm that girl you wanted to make time for when you're alone. Now, are you not alone? Is that why I'm the rug, fence and your furniture? I know I work from home. I know I got a lotta things to do. I know I haven't lived up to the best of expectations. I'm still that girl you fell in love with. I dream beyond every bandwidth. I take my time to really be sure. I wanna do it without complications. But I know, I bore the hell outta you. With my Nagging that could turn ears blue. But I Promise that I love you baby, You gotta see me in the light of the truth: I want you to see me, Like the door you can open; I'm more than what's inside your home. I want you to want me, Like you used to everyday; I'm that girl you wanted to make time for when you're alone. Now, are you not alone? Is that why I'm the rug, fence and your furniture?
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For You?
Written by
indioul
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Published
Sep 15, 2018
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There are times when we are so much a part of other people's lives - married couples, live-in couples, friends, family, housemates, you name it - that we turn into their everyday lives in such an unnoticeable way. This poem is about what tends to happen when you get too used to having someone around.

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#relationships#rug#fence#furniture#love#faith#believe#home#dreamer#expectation
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