Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

in this house

12 August 2013

in this house

 

in this house I lived and breathed

almost free, yet in between

lost in hopes, forgotten dreams

in this house I once believed

 

in this house I lived each day

ate and slept and worked and played

poured my soul out in a way

in this house I cannot stay

 

in this house no longer mine

too many ghosts still reside

I must leave them all behind

in this house, one last goodbye.

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11 August, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry |

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