There's a house
A house with no doors
No windows and no light
Its blue paint is peeled
Its front porch is fallen
Its garden is unkept
And infested with weeds
Its sad and lonely
But if you only knew
If you only could see
It once had light
And color and love
It once was open
It had purpose
They built it together
Just the two of them
It was beautiful
With smiles and laughter
With flowers and a porch
Where they once sat
And enjoyed each other
Now it is aged
Gone and neglected
But one still lives there
She's trapped inside
In the house with no doors
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Speak From The Heart
PoetryLove is a strange thing Sorta terrifying to say the least Sometimes it's beautiful Other times tragic But its always there Some people find it quickly Others take a bit longer Some push it away with fear Others hold it close with glee Some use it as...
