I built up my walls
To protect you from the wind
I built up a roof
To protect you from rain
You welcomed people in
To show off my beautiful design
But then you left me
When the times were hard
And you thought I would fall
What ever happened to what you said
"I'm going down
with this beautiful house of mine"
You heard of the storm
And left without a trace
No one came back
Not even to see my fallen remains
I was left there rotting
As a big pile of nothing
Rotting, Rotting, Rotting
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Not All Monsters Are Bad
PoesiaJust some random stuff that i have put together for some random reason. Mainly just to show not all people who seem bad may be bad but for a good reason, or that they are misjudge.
