My place

This was the house of my dreams.

This was so perfect.

I felt so good.

Now I cry.

The house of my dreams feels empty.

Everything I felt is gone.

Everything I wanted ended.

This isn’t my home anymore.

This doesn’t feel good anymore.

I have to move on.

I have to create a new home.

A place just for my own.

A place where I can be true to myself.

A place where I can be who I want to  be.

 

*Broken Angel 2009

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