This
House Is Not a Home
To
many battles, not enough love
No
more kisses or tuck-in’s at night
Living
room is looking like a war zone
This
house is not a home.
No
breakfast smells to wake to in the morning
Just
busted bottle glasses being broken
Angry
words being shouted as dishes hit the floor
All
you want to do is hit the door.
This
house is not a home.
Remember
those days back in the day
You
had game nights. Those days we would
Laugh
and play fight
Where
a kid could be a kid and everything seemed
To
be alright? But now…
This
house is not a home
All
that emotion that once dwells now comes from
Empty
eyes where love once lied.
An
empty shell of a heart where love use to beat unconditionally
A
soul that once to soar, is now dragged beneath the feet and stepped
On
continuously causing so much animosity.
This
house is not a home.
You
close your eyes and reminisce about the days
You
use to share. The warmth of the heart that
Use
to be there. The numerous times you to say
You
cared.
The
happy times
The
smiles
The
hugs…
The
empty fridge
The
long nights out
The
pushes away when you tried to hug you goodnight
This
house is not a home.
The
beatings followed by the “I love yous”
The
cheating because “SHE/HE” let you
The
trying to get out but he/she won’t let you
And
you keep coming back…
To
make a house a home…
Lady
R © 12/18/12
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