My House

My house is covered in gasoline and I'm holding a burning match just waiting to be dropped. I let it fall and watch my house as it blows up in front of me. See I had the key. I could of saved my house instead of letting it burn but I just looked up and watch it burn. It wasn't always like this, there once was a time when I loved my house. I let everyone in even strangers for the fact. I hoped that they wouldn't destroy or steal what I kept inside,but they didn't want listen and I ignored all the warning signs

This poem is about: 
My family


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