My Old House
The broken windows
The cracked old walls
The dark black shadows
And dust filled rooms
The withered flowers
The chopped trees
The dried grass
And faded paint
Is this my house i couldn't believe
Where i lived my childhood
It was a heaven to me
I wish i could live here again
It filled my heart with grief and pain
When i thought and realized
It was taken away
Was no longer mine..
Copyright © Marium Khan | Year Posted 2012
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