Italo Calvino said: The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts. Describe the ghosts that live in this house: Image credit: “love Don’t live here anymore…” – © 2009 Robb North – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic
8 of us all in line waiting for our final time to leave these doors and be a family once more. A tragedy took us, hunger we shouldn’t have felt, on bended knees in prayer we knelt. 6 of us sons and daughters. Mommy and Daddy passed while we slumbered. One remains that we must wait for before we are all together once more.
The sun maybe shining but my world seems dark as the midnight hour. I paint a smile on my face so I can try to face the day but the truth is, without you I don’t know how I’ll do. I’ll go on. I’m sure of that, although I might have to get me a cat.
I look in your eyes and all I see are lies. Why must you hurt me so, now I must take my broken heart and go. I thought I knew who you were but lately all you make me say is grrr! I saw you and her kissing, and I knew soon I would be missing. From your life I now must leave. To your love I can no longer cleave. A lie you told too many times, each one should be a crime. While I sit back and enjoy some fudge, by God you will be judged. Your lies cut so deep so guarded now my heart I must keep. Wounds shall heal over time. I wish you would turn into a mime! Thinking of all your sins make me want to drink a whole bottle of gin. God will see me through, no matter how many times I fall for guys like you!