• freedom__ 6w

    My home

    Once I had a house ,
    Which was all filled of you ,
    From the rooms to the bed ,
    It was all made of you ,
    But never did I ponder ,
    That one day in my wonder ,
    When I peeped through the window ,
    I would break into the limbo ,
    The house was gone ,
    Madness and sadness ,
    Misery and despair ,
    Had left me a solitary land ,
    Which I afreash had to care .