Glass House
I found her there,
Glass house,
In a glass house,
Enter if you dare.
To end my roam,
Someone to hold dearer.
A clear home,
Or perhaps a mirror.
And she always say,
Here I live
Behind glass,
Beneath my chair,
Some trespass,
Enter if you dare.
Copyright © Chris Roe | Year Posted 2009
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