My big house was once alive, my heart was once an open window, with sunshine beaming inside. . . my beautiful house. . . My heart was once an open window, for anyone to fly or climb inside, my open windowed heart revealed, that my inner house had nothing to hide. Nowadays my heart is just a creaky closed window, uninhabited, uninviting, decaying, boarded up, and waiting to be demolished, for too many had crawled inside, and vandalized, my big house pride, and that is how my big house died.
Reason for writing:
To that bad, bad man! Who made me feel so sad,
he left me with so many tears, that I am damn mad!!!
Birth sign: Libra
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