Thursday, November 26, 2015

The walls to an empty house

There used to be a home quite nice and sweet
It used to be like grandmas but much more things
Leather sofas, cushion seats, fine china, menagerie
It was a home of luxury
The walls were filled with rich memories
And on holidays family would come
But from night to day everything was gone
No one was sure why the house went dull
It was like someone robbed the home of all its sweet love and joy
And what was left was very bitter
That when December came no one visited
Years and years went by
And the walls to an empty house cried
The tears filled the house with dust
And soon enough the house turned gray just like the lady

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