Okay In The EndA Poem by QuiteOllieYou are where you broke And though warmth isn’t an issue anymore Why does scarlet still linger on every inch of wall and between my fingers? Imagine a place Like this one Where your thoughts are embroidered on cushions, But not obviously. Although I can see it all it makes your head spin when you notice the windows. What they meant. It’s alright now though, love, It’s just me here and there are three other rooms still to see. The dining room, The kitchen And the bedroom, Not including mine. Cobwebs and dusty lampshades are the new thing. But I wouldn’t want to live here. © 2012 QuiteOllieReviews
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