this house is not a home
as long as he lives here
i awaken to disgust
"what this time?" i fear
this house is not a castle
when all inside are slaves
when everything's uneven
can sanity be saved?
this house is not a refuge
like i so wish it could be
a beautiful exterior,
but come inside and see.
this house is nothing to me
but a place to rest my head
and even that small act alone
can fill my heart with dread
this house is a lost cause
thought it's intentions once were pure
it all ends here, i say no more
i stand tall firm and sure
my next home will be paradise
just me and my family
with no one else to intrude my life
the way things ought to be
This poem cheesy. NO WAY! I loved it! Can relate too!
-May
Don't sweat it sister... I KNOW what I saw, and I understand completely. Everything's gonna be alright...can we say "NO MORE ROOMMATES, boys and girls".
Don't worry, I won't let that happen again...I'll shoot you in the leg..."I'll take ya down if i havta!"