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: 
My family


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