Creaking wood is all you can hear from afar
Cobwebbed corners is what you see even from outside
Moss filled walls cry for attention
As crumbling floors will not let you in
Dusty shelves speak volumes of the weight they carried
A broken ladder silently hoping for some redemption
Leaning branches weakly sway away in the blustery weather
These are the remains of our tree house
Neglected and left to fend itself from the mercies of a cold
harsh wind
A leaf wobbles to the ground knowing too well
Its life span has been cut off without warning
The distance that has separated us lasted too long
Give me a reason for living like tomorrow does not exist
A home that I laid my head to rest has collapsed
Leaving a hollow so deep even a bottomless pit does not
understand
Gone too soon, fading too fast to be held in the hand
This broken house needs to be mended
Stitched back so that we can get back our devotion
Building castles in the air has become too easy without a
perfect love
I want not to leave you alone
To patch up what we had lost in a moment of despair
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