Bugs,
Crawling on the rugs,
The dishes piled up,
Including old rusty mugs,
Wallpaper pealing,
Windows not sealed,
What happened to this place,
Is this even real,
The grass over-growing,
And the toilets over-flowing,
Crackling sounds in the distant,
Broken pieces of glass glowing,
I step inside,
The room isn't very wide,
With an amazing view,
Watching the river's tide,
Imagining myself here,
Having no more tears,
This is my new home,
And I shall disappear...
April 19th, 2016
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If It Wasn't For You
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