There's a place I know at the end of the street,across a blue house and next to a green.
It is filled with horrors if you know what I mean.
In the day it appears sweet and inviting
But at night is where its true colours break free.
In it is where love goes to die and hate is born,where happiness is lost and sadness is found.
Where goodwill and peace is forgoten and only anger and destruction is kept and remembered,
Where feeling and emotions disappear and good hearts become colder every passing second
With out shame.
If you had any humanity left in you,
You can be sure that once you enter into those door it will surely leave you along with your soul,
And with that you become cold,not knowing love,happiness or compassion and that's when it has you,and guess what?
its not planning on letting you go.
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Poems Made By The Heart
PoesíaBook of peoms made from a Heart that felt romance,sadness,heartbreak and depression.
