Ceiling tile and bleach, a momentary nostalgia
What once was lost cannot be taken back
The sweet summer smell of home, a hell on earth
crying tears of joy and pain
both necessary in a world of evil
yet what do we do with that pain
a choice lies ahead
a sweet sweet day it is
decisions become face to face
between a rock and a hard place.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC
Ceiling tile and bleach, a momentary nostalgia
What once was lost cannot be taken back
The sweet summer smell of home, a hell on earth
crying tears of joy and pain
both necessary in a world of evil
yet what do we do with that pain
a choice lies ahead
a sweet sweet day it is
decisions become face to face
between a rock and a hard place.
#growing up, getting older, what do we do with what we've learned?
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