I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me.
3 comments:
Did you write that poem?
The house does look nice. It's amazing the difference a coat of paint makes.
Dear Rebecca, I am so sorry to see your loss is so hard for you! But let me reasure you that your house is just a house--the "home" you grew up loving is deep within your heart and you will carry and share that with you no matter where you reside, always!
Dear Rebecca, I am so sorry to see your loss is so hard for you! But let me reasure you that your house is just a house--the "home" you grew up loving is deep within your heart and you will carry and share that with you no matter where you reside, always!
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