The Tents Poem by Bianca Free

was it the truth
when we sang our song
and joined arms
around the campfire

and afterwards was it real
when we set the tent up
and then made our way in
you and i, alone

did we really feel
the intense heat
did you really do
those things to me

had morning come the next day
or was it a foolish dream
that everyone had
and never woke from

if it were, then
should we just sing the song again
and once more, set up the tents
and forever live the lie

or should we stop speaking to one another
and go our seperate ways
should we put to death those days
when we lived it like it were true