The Old House

946.The Old House (Hennessey Hill District 45!)

The old house had reflective windows
They shimmered through the trees
And cold, I feel the breeze
The old house had beige shutters
Painted around their edge
Feel like Humpty Dumpty…sitting on the ledge
The old house had uniformity
Yet trapped inside, it’s a tragedy
And outside’s not a calamity
Jane got away from Dick
And the oil she slid was thick & slick
But then she loved to paint
With brushes of life that taint
And tint her glasses Rose
Since love’s everywhere I suppose…

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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