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[OLD SANCTUARY]
29.07.18 - 22:29PMThe "for sale" sign has been out there so long it's become a part of the picture
A empty house, is an empty life
Walking inside my heart breaks in silence
Inner dread starts to engulf me,
Regret sings loud
Seeing everything at it's most pure
Naked memories made between these 4 walls, it's not what I imaginedIt feels like everything's in monotone standstill
Everything is moving but a dull track plays in the background
Like a dull acheI stare outside the cloud filled sky and evergreen mess that lies beneath
struggling to believe that this, once, was our paradise
My source of joy
I listened to your lie and took a bite, the lie was good to the ears and manifestedWe're banished now, some say it was never meant to be
But our bond was no different from when a mother sets eyes on their newborn child
Eyes, touch, sense, hearThe heavy smell of burning toast lingers in the air. Every mistake. Late.
Every footstep feels heavy only once it felt weightlessYou were my sanctuary, I would whisper my dark heart away and you'd conceal
I would fall in your arms and you hold me close
You were my first to run to, Knowing whatever I did you'd forgive meAnd now here I am, sitting on the edge of clouds,
my empty home, which I once held dear to me,
my deflated heart,
singing broken melodies to taunting lies,
by the kitchen sinkBegging to wash away my mistakes
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A/N this is a poem about coming back to my old home. I left 7 months ago and wish I never came back to see the emptiness.Okay, a little more happy news, thank you so much for all the reads and support, numbers go up everyday, we've almost made it to 2K. That's such a big milestone for me and I'm grateful for every single one of you that stop by.
(Lityear) Precious x
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