As I walk down the lonely street <br />Knees get weak, can barely keep my feet <br />I see the fence, the gate, the porch <br />From where you gazed and lit my torch <br />I see the house, the room, the bed <br />Your voice still ringing in my head <br />You said you didn't love anymore <br />And you walked out the door <br />The walls were painted antique white <br />Semi-gloss to bring in the light <br />Pictures hung on every wall <br />With memories of us all <br />Now the fence is falling, the flowers dying <br />Tears fall through the cracks from all the crying <br />The gate is broken and no one can come in <br />It's a shame even the birds won't sing <br />But this house is no longher a home <br />You chose freedom, you chose to roam <br />This house is no longer a home <br />Like a beer without foam <br />A classic car without chrome <br />You chose to roam <br />Now this house is no longer a home <br />I recall that first night <br />We made love in the full moonlight <br />Tfhe air was filled with ecstasy <br />Our moans sang a symphony <br />Our bodies became one <br />As we ventured till the morning sun <br />But love doesn't live here anymore <br />I can still hear the slamming of the door <br />I can feel the vibration of every picture frame <br />As I stand here wondering who's to blame<br /><br />Alfred Ramos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-house-is-no-longer-a-home/
