I look out my bedroom window
And I see you dancing with her
You are waltzing
Round and round
Among the clouds in the sky
I in a black shoe box,
Whose only light
Comes from my bedroom window
Watching the light blue sky
I envy you
If I had happiness
I would take wings
To propel me to you
Break all the glass
But no
I get back undercover
And sleep
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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Be always safe,
Karen
Best Wishes,
Christine