My Home
My house
was once mine
and mine
alone.
But nothing
i had
to keep
it so.
I worked
more hours
than
I know.
There was
no way
to keep it
my own.
So now
around it built
another
home.
YOU ARE READING
Life Nature Death
PoetryEnchanting, Haunting, Dangerous. Be prepared for the truths of life, the laughs you'll need in between, and a fulfilling adventure through this randomly assorted poetry collection.
