The picture's of my childhood home
It's bright and full of colours
It was painted by my nan
Before the ruin and tatters
My dad had an affair
Colours ran into darkness
A happy home is now a house
No longer full of love and laughter
The foundations are all cracked
He's never coming back
The rubble of his destruction
Tainted the happy home painting
Somewhere to rest your head
A cold room with a bed
But this home is torn apart
A house of broken hearts
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A redhead writer trying to get my novel published. I enjoy writing YA Paranormal Romances and so far had a short story and article published. I maintain my blog and website at www.alisonaldridge.co.nr
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@aceace64 thanks hun. It's not as good as the original. I wrote it when I was 13 but its in a notebook in the attic. The original is full of emotion as I was feeling at the time. Then again I might dig it out and cringe lol x
This is AMAZING! Your skilful words always portray so much emotion, making for truly fantastic and gripping writes! Xx ๐
@patdolan83 it was a long time ago now but just something I'll never forget. It's a good source of memorise to delve into for my writing :) Ty x
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