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This Abandoned Home
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In The Years Since dust
collects
upon dust
sunlight
gathers
outside
till it loses the will to fight
then it heads down the road...slipping out of sight
i sit in a chair
of patches
and tears of patches
and squeaks
of springs
that have lost some bounce in their step
slipping into a cooling cup of coffee
i don't have the energy to renew it
you threw stones
through the windows of my soul
i put up boards
on this abandoned home
bus
collects
passenger
street light
gathers
on the paint
tilll it flickers like blink of an eye
bus is heading down the road..slipping out of sight
you sat..there
with patches
and tears of patches
on squeaking
luggage
i should've known the meaning of when we met
slipping into another hole in your story
..did i sow it up for you?
you threw stones
through the windows of my soul
i put up boards
on this abandoned home
the creeking floors in the quiet
kept us awake at night
the spooked ghosts never sleep
haunting secrets that you keep
till the screaming voice in side
you don't want hear yours, you don't want to hear mine
so you shattered it all...
you threw stones
through the windows of my soul
i put up boards
on this abandoned home
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"...streetl light!/gathers/on the paint..." Nice image.