Kitchen floor..
A simple thing it seems
Yet its filled with so much
As many nights ive sat stairing
At the door placed inside that leads outside..
Waiting
Crying
Mourning
Laughing
Stairing
Longfull
That­ kitchen floor holds my heart inside as i cried on it
Beat the cold tiles with my fustration of life
Hit it with the death of my father
That cold broken ugly tile floor
Has been there to catch me.
Been there and not given away to my abuse
You might think its just a floor that its job  to be under you.
To me its a soild place to fall my kitchen floor..