HomeA Poem by To be scene To be heard
Dust covers the walls. Inch by inch.
Awaiting to be touched with love.
Long time has the house felt comfort.
Waiting for me to notice its sadness.
Waiting for me to notice that its dying inside.
I've turn the other cheek.
From my home.
It's abound meant.
How long will it have to wait?
For me to look upon it.
For me to restore the beauty.
That has been long forgotten.
© 2012 To be scene To be heard
Added on May 17, 2012
Last Updated on May 21, 2012
To be scene To be heard
Trapt in my own world, AL
AboutI'm a quiet person but a out going mind.My name is Madison I'm 15. My birthday is Nov 13. I stay to myself. I love rock music. My favorite colors are red and black. I love to write. more..
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