fine.
i'll open me up.
take a glimpse before the doors close.
fear not if you did not make it,
come back...leave a note
there's nothing here to be sold.
only sights to behold.
stories written on walls
now smeared.
dead and gone,
became memories not fond enough to be sung.
these memories
stanzas
that frequently get out of hand.
as I build these castles on dry sand
knowing they'll slip away.
only when time has her say.
this I rely on to keep forgotten memories away.
so just know when you come,
prepare for pure bliss.
love is abundant
and this place you will miss.
your mind will remenise
on how to obtain
happiness just like this.