The Leak In My Roof
A crappy house and a hopeful woman
By ππΆπΎππ½πΆ π².Published about a year ago β’ Updated about a year ago β’ 1 min read
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As it rains, there are drops
Pouring from my roof
Droplets of rain go bloop
Each one taps the buckets
And splashes on my skin
I canβt help but wonder
The ceasing of this moment
Where I can say this is the end
The disappointment on my face
Screams an expression of disgrace
Sometimes this place looks like a waste
Squirrels and bats wander the attic like itβs their cave
And pieces of the house break apart each day
My sighs plead to just be okay
But the feeling of being such seems astray
Drip, drip, drop
The sounds of a poorly built house
Everything is caving in
But still, I am content
If I lost hope, Iβd lose my strength within
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