The Tower
High up in your lofty tower,
The rosy windows gleam,
Casting such a pretty glow,
Over everything beneath.
The battles, look like dancing.
Arguments, drift up to you like a lullaby.
As you sit there in your peaceful delusion.
It's hard to see through rose covered eyes.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2015
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