Broken Homes
Broken homes,
Broken places.
Can’t escape,
No empty spaces.
Standing on the edge.
Contemplating goodbye.
In a home in the city,
I see her cry.
If home is where the heart is,
Then why do so many say goodbye?
Cause broken homes and broken places,
Disintegrate to empty spaces.
Copyright © Elizabeth Lindsey | Year Posted 2010
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