The dream house on the hill spends most of its time alone and still

the laughter is gone ……dropped into boxes that have no new home

It had high expectations that it would serve you well

but all it’s memories are surrounded by arguments and accusations that greet everyone at the door and reminds them that all the finest trappings money can buy…….stand meekly in the corner in the presence of love

that tenant left long ago leaving reminder’s everywhere that “I was here but you neglected to fed me, so starving I left.”

I watched you stroll the house and it might as well been a walk through a junkyard…….it all meant nothing

people will pretend love to have things …. But things eventually lose their sheen and what is left……

Castles on a hill crying

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