Today I visited a house,
The same house I grew up in.
I visited all those memories again,
That I held within.
I walked through the same street.
Where I used to run.
Where I used to be happy all the time,
And bring mischief to everyone.
I miss the time,
Where I can smile without a doubt.
Where I was never sad,
Where happiness was all about.
Tears were brimming in my eyes,
As they stir to the gate.
I could still see the old aged couple,
Bidding us goodbye even when it's late.
The wind hits me like rocks,
As I resurge to the reality.
I still proceed to take the now dishevelled house,
That once stood all tall and pretty.
Nostalgia hugs me well,
When I wish for my grandparents,
To stand by the gate and say goodbye.
Cause it's hard for me,
To accept the reality that I so wanna deny.
As I now drive away from it,
The house that was once my saviour from doom.
As this now creepy, scattered house,
Was once my home.
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I visited my grandparents' house today. And nostalgia sure hit me hard.
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Of Dreams And Desolation
PoetryThese are just the collection of small poems that I write. I write poems of all kind so there is no particular emotion. But you'll enjoy it😁😁
