In the home I made for you,
a house built for two,
there used to be
four walls made of red brick
There laid the door to it all
its keyhole now rusted and shut
The wonderland it revealed
now a pile of dust
Sat at the center of one face
Warmth and beauty crackling
A fireplace whose purpose faded
Cold has since replaced
On the wall hung portraits of us
With smiles and heartfelt trust
The glass shattered into fine pieces
A spectacle to witness
Now at the corners I will stay
Entranced by what I've built
A house built for two
The home I made for you
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
In the home I made for you,
a house built for two,
there used to be
four walls made of red brick
There laid the door to it all
its keyhole now rusted and shut
The wonderland it revealed
now a pile of dust
Sat at the center of one face
Warmth and beauty crackling
A fireplace whose purpose faded
Cold has since replaced
On the wall hung portraits of us
With smiles and heartfelt trust
The glass shattered into fine pieces
A spectacle to witness
Now at the corners I will stay
Entranced by what I've built
A house built for two
The home I made for you
