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To play now only darkness
Hangs and Somber stays

Everything still looks the same
But everything changed
Laughter changed places
New faces replaced old faces
How i long
Still to see
Some of the people
That looked so well after me

Faces i have embraced
Walks like lonely ghosts
Up and down my corridors
I can hear them whisper at night
Or maybe,,,, I just want to hear them
That's the way I escape

Eyes of long ago
Hangs like portraits
On my not so shiny old walls
They wink at me
When I hold them together
But,,,they are eyes
That belong to my past
People I knew
Such a long long time ago

I can only live
On their memories

I'm just an old house
But boy if I could talk
What a bestseller
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My Dirty Old White Walls
Date: Wednesday, 6th July 2011 @ 02:11:12 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: dirkj
Where color use
To play now only darkness
Hangs and Somber stays

Everything still looks the same
But everything changed
Laughter changed places
New faces replaced old faces
How i long
Still to see
Some of the people
That looked so well after me

Faces i have embraced
Walks like lonely ghosts
Up and down my corridors
I can hear them whisper at night
Or maybe,,,, I just want to hear them
That's the way I escape

Eyes of long ago
Hangs like portraits
On my not so shiny old walls
They wink at me
When I hold them together
But,,,they are eyes
That belong to my past
People I knew
Such a long long time ago

I can only live
On their memories

I'm just an old house
But boy if I could talk
What a bestseller
My thoughts would produce

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