I approach the poor old house

Withered be it's bones

It awes me to think

This house was once my home

For it seems more empty than I remember

It used to be filled with life

Now it lay empty instead

Filled with naught but cobwebs and bones

This house has truly become dead

I remember when I first moved in

It did seemed wonderful

It wasn't just a house to me

For then it was my home

Time passed, and all seemed well

But little did I know.

Day by day, the tree outside

Its roots grew and grew

It tore up the foundation

And then my home fell through

The tree didn't know

My house was my home

But my house sure did

And the building I trusted to stand steadfast

Through storm and hurricane

Let the tree

Bring it

Crashing

To the ground

Now I look towards this old house

Knowing there's nothing inside

I know I could go inside if I want

But for some strange reason

I can't quite bring myself to try

Deep inside me, I know to be true

The key he had given to me still fit the lock

But the house no longer feels like home

(Note: feel free to give me feedback, just please don't be mean. Keep in mind I'm barely a teen and this is my first time doing something like this for people to read )