Home is never empty,
Filled with waste disguised as love,
Toxic air coated with sugar surrounded you,
Castle bed stained with tears,
And shiny things as reminder that you belong,
Do you?
When everyday feels like playing prey and predator,
The game you never win,
But at least your name is in the list,
So they do not forget,
It's 'my house is never empty' actually.
YOU ARE READING
Camera Life
PoetryMood : Can i play with you? Swing : Sure. Me : Why just play when we can have a party? Mood : * looking at swing * Swing : * looking at mood * Both : Yes!! Me : 😈
