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Gentrification...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 25, 2010 at 4:05am

Gentrification...

I wonder if it's possible to fix up an old heart and sell it at a high price,
If you'd find memories embedded in the walls,
Or corridors with quirky shapes,
Old ghosts screaming and creaking and banging and crying,
For something lost another must be found,
But where and by whom is beyond me.

I'm settled all fine in a new neighborhood,
The decade has changed,
But the memories are still like flames,
Sometimes the wind feeds them,
Though it seems only tears can wash the ghosts away,
And I wonder what Gods created these rules,
Because they refuse to talk to me,
And I can no longer pray in their color,
Blue.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/25/2010