THIS place is dead,
even the ghost dont
wont to visit, or stay.
THESE rooms had
life once, now there
empty, and frozen
shut, .
BY the sadness of
your broken, and
dented love....
still you were loved............
still you were loved....
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-much-mileage-412b/