Monday, 11 October 2010
The walls were once blue,
And filled with happiness too.
The smell of cookies furnished the air,
As the kids played without care.
But as the photos on the walls faded,
A marriage was degraded.
A house full of aggression,
Caused much depression.
China went flying and shattered,
For none of it mattered.
A house full of tears,
And the children full of fears.
This home isn’t a happy one anymore,
But filled of nothing but war.