I look at what used

I look at what used to my home
My domicile.

It was my heaven on earth.
My sweet escape from the cruel world
That tore me apart every day
Of my life.

I think of all the memories that
Took place in the house.

It is gone forever,
But the memories will
Always remain.

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Comments

tara.simmons16

I really like your poem...

Paldorsey

Thank you

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