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By Bridget O Date: 2002 Jun 16 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.16.10.29.12436]] |
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I built us a little home, to share our love and call our own. My heart went into the roof, to guard us while we sleep. I built a closet just for you so my soul you'll always keep. I constructed for us a fireplace, to keep us warm on cold nights. I know you don't like dark much, so i installed you some extra lights. I even went out and bought a camera, to keep our memories. I can lie in bed and look at them when you can't be here with me. My sweat and tears went into these walls, just so we could be happy. Then I did the final part, I made you and extra key. But now I can't find you anywhere, out side inside, or up the stair. This house isn't good enough for you; there is another girl in our bed. My soul's not in your closet, but some other woman's instead. So I'll take the last match from the box we used for the fireplace And set my home on fire the memories are not easy to erase. From you I'll forever be apart. Look at the sacrifices I made for you, Is this my home? No, it's my heart. |