• the_looking_glass 5w

    Coming back home

    The yellow walls
    and dark blue gates
    guarded more than just
    an empty space.

    A childhood lived,
    A future planned.
    She walked out,
    swore to never look back.

    The walls were a lighter shade of yellow,
    blue turned black.
    Faces, laughter and cries, unknown,
    She came back;
    to another man's home.


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