This isn't poetry, Only words you've said to me, This isn't poetry, But things that hurt me, This isn't poetry, But pain that rhymes to my piece, This isn't poetry, Only your sweet goodbye kiss...
Once upon a time.... You felt more like home than these four walls did. Maybe I'll be nostalgic everytime i look at you, just like looking at an old house i used to live in. And maybe it will torment me forever, to know that what was once mine, is now someone else's.
But I am my own home, now. I hope you'll feel empty no matter how much she loves you. Because no one will ever fill you up like i did.