Why my bed can't be a
Laying green or red shape
Beauty?
Why my dressers can't be
A juiced red of health?
Why my desk can't be talled
Tree of oranged taste?
Why my floor can't be a
Splashed grape to swim or thirst?
Why my wall can't be stand of greens?
Why my room can't be a garden?
Why it can't be my nature?
Why it can't be my paradise?
Why it can't be my castle?
Why my room can't be a garden?
Why it can't be my nature?
Why it can't be my paradise?
Why it can't be my place or my privacy to be alone?
Why my room can't be a garden?
I ask tell why?
What a way to express your poem, the words you use are very vibrant and depictive.....I luv this poem
There's something in you that you wanted to express and to open up..you have done a very marvelous job in this piece of yours.. I love it
wonderful, wonderful, one of the best that i have read so far, trully a masterpeice
Sis you already know you the best! ! ! ! You are a garden fill with love and inspiration! ! !
Beautiful outpouring of heart. A very good poem. Keep it up. CP
YEAH THIS IS ANOTHER GREAT PIECE. LIKE THE WAY YOU LAID THIS 1 OUT
Naive desires given beautiful words... beautiful words and images depiciting the beautiy of heart mind and soul... Really good... Keep it up...
yer wanna know sumthin. yer hv to wait when the day comes and your mr.right is standing at your doorstep. evrything will change by then.nice write riquetta.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My son tried to convince me that he was growing a garden in his room. He would have been successful until I grounded him and made him throw away those festering socks, lol. Very beautiful and thought-provoking piece. I like it a great deal.