When A House Isn’t A Home
He stood at the door
She cried and begged
He didn’t care anymore
She was left plagued
He moved on in his world
She cried herself to sleep
He found himself a new girl
She never seemed to stop her weep
Her whole world seemed to end
Her house grew dark
She left her best friend
She lost her heart
Her bed was cold
Her heart was empty
She had a heart she couldn’t hold
She was completely empty
Her world was gone
He was fine
When is a house not a home?
When is it finally right?
This is when a house is no longer a home
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