Empty House
I come home this night to an empty house
My heart has been drained by you
I can still see you in the bathroom curling your hair
I sit here in despair still watching you, curling your hair
I am in the front room asking you what is for dinner
Nothing is herd but only silence, waiting for your answer
I see you taking a nap all curled up like a baby in a crib
But all I see is a messed up bed and only an image of you
They placed your body in a coffin today and closed the lid
A image I want to forget,
Our house is empty but your coffin is full
This house will always be empty without you
I will forever Love you!
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2018
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