Empty Heart

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Nobody lives here anymore;

Nothing to belong to,

No theme to right a song to,

Mist of broken rainbows,

Creepy, eerie shadows,

Nothing to come here for.

 

Nobody lives here anymore.

No one really wants it,

For a ghost still haunts it.

Just an old run down

Place where bored clowns

Come for someplace to go.

 

Nobody lives here anymore.

Its merely a flat un-rented,

A place where discontented

Poets, venturing by,

Are encouraged to lie,

About the padlock on the door,

And why nobody lives here anymore.