--House of cards--

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
a poem i wrote listening to this song down here.Its a bit dark not much....and hmm..well its from my house of hearts.

Submitted: July 08, 2010

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Oil lamp at the table,

torn papers all around..

Dim light hiding her face.

Litte rain of tear drops pouring

down,down down into her memories..


Feeding on her sadness,

controling her thoughts her mind is already lost.

So cruel...They are.

Why do they have to be so cruel?

Memories...my memories.


Silence,I can hear.

Fear,can I sense?

Falling apart like a house of cards..

Falling apart I am.

Apart from you,trapped in my house

of hearts.


Oil running out,light dissapearing

gradually.

Slowly,but it fades.

Fades to black,her home,her only light...



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