The trash is half full,
With papers and words and half finished thoughts
Now lost in the land of never-to-be-completed
The wallpaper has continued its peeling;
The brown underneath a long forgotten memory
A breeze blows through
A stranger in an equally strange place
This house is no longer home.
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC
The trash is half full,
With papers and words and half finished thoughts
Now lost in the land of never-to-be-completed
The wallpaper has continued its peeling;
The brown underneath a long forgotten memory
A breeze blows through
A stranger in an equally strange place
This house is no longer home.
A house is not a home by Luther Vandross
