Empty
No mice creep in the kitchen,
No plants grow in her room.
The draft in the halls in no more,
The floors have no more moans.
No one slips in the bathroom,
No one falls aslseep at the desk.
The house has died with her,
It is for the best.
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I wrote this one last year. I hope you can see the difference from the last poem!
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoesiaSo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
