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
PoetryYou never know what you will come across in life, rather if it'll be your future husband or wife. I've developed an entire new view, if it wasn't for you. You'll travel my journey line by line. Come along for the ride. Live in someone else's shoes f...
