Old Abandoned House

Drug addiction. All that needs to be said.

I caught you peeking through the window,

Of this old abandoned house,

Finely crafted from the dreams I left behind.

I stopped you dead in your tracks,

The tracks I once wandered when I discovered this realm.

How did you find me through this smoke?

It was much to blinding for me.

 

You took my hand and walked away,

Only pulling half of me with you.

If just for a moment you looked back,

you could have saved the rest of me.

Author's Note

Don't hold back. Ill revise if necessary.