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Aug 2015
The walls we built together back in 63 are now covered in concrete and steel beams, I remember sitting on top your lap as you made the gold for the entire city but that was back in the 90s oh god that was back in the 90s TAKE ME BACK TO THE 90s IM SITTING HERE WRAPPED IN A BLANKET ON TOP OF A MOUNTAIN ITS A COLD TEXAS WINTER... ITS BEEN 16 HOURS SINCE I SAID MY LAST GOODBYE! I PICTURE YOUR FACE I PICTURE THE WORDS THAT YOU TOLD MEEE. This house is not a home
This house is not a home  
This house is not a home
THIS HOUSE IS NOT A HOME ANYMORE

A couple months have passed since I dropped a rose by your tombstone, the house is turning to mold, I'm trying to hold it all together but Weeds are growing, roaches are swarming, the pool is turning black, there are skeletons forming and I'm not coming back.

This house is not a home
This house is not a home
THIS HOUSE IS NOT A HOME ANYMORE.

YOU USED TO TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVED ME I CANT HEAR YOUR VOICE ANYMORE! YOU USED TO SAY HOW PROUD YOU WERE OF ME AND I CANT HEAR YOU ANYMORE!
I know this site is for poetry but these are lyrics for a song I wrote, I am quite proud of them. And can't wait to preform it.
Dylan Lewis
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Dylan Lewis  Denton
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