This is not a house filled with love,
Nor hope,
Respect does not reside here,
In this house,
The doors are closed to happiness,
The windows block out tenderness,
This house does not hold joy,
Or welcome laughter,
This house is consumed by depression,
Controlled by unbalance and deceit,
Conquered by dishonesty and lies,
Built on the foundations of mistrust,
Holding nothing but pain and misery,
This house is not a home,
But a prison of despair
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 12:16 AM UTC
This is not a house filled with love,
Nor hope,
Respect does not reside here,
In this house,
The doors are closed to happiness,
The windows block out tenderness,
This house does not hold joy,
Or welcome laughter,
This house is consumed by depression,
Controlled by unbalance and deceit,
Conquered by dishonesty and lies,
Built on the foundations of mistrust,
Holding nothing but pain and misery,
This house is not a home,
But a prison of despair
©Nicola-Isobel H. 02.01.2011
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