So many people have walked out this door
That the hinges have begun to creak
They remind me of long-lost ghosts
With every rusty, grating squeak
The **** is loose from overuse
I've wasted time they can't retrieve
With such a cold an empty house
It's no wonder why they leave
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
So many people have walked out this door
That the hinges have begun to creak
They remind me of long-lost ghosts
With every rusty, grating squeak
The **** is loose from overuse
I've wasted time they can't retrieve
With such a cold an empty house
It's no wonder why they leave
Let's hear it for poorly written emo teen angst poetry!!!!!!
