The House I Used To Lived In

The House I Used To Lived In

 

Somehow I miss . . .

 

Wallpaper peeling

Paint fading 

Wood rotting away

 

The broken tap

Rusted pipes

And door busted in

 

The roof Leaking

My mother weeping

And shards of window laying at my feet

 

Rose colored glasses romanticizing

The gas leak and smell of weed

Distorted visions of the way things used to be

 

Take me back to the house I used to live in

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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