The House I Used To Lived In

Somehow I miss . . .

Wallpaper peeling

Paint fading 

Wood rotting away

The broken tap

Rusted pipes

And door busted in

The roof Leaking

My mother weeping

And shards of window laying at my feet

Rose colored glasses romanticizing

The gas leak and smell of weed

Distorted visions of the way things used to be

Take me back to the house I used to live in