Your New Home Poem by phoenix keesie

i take a breath and my lungs fill of the cool midnight air. i walk around your new home, its just the way you wouldve wanted it. you have one neighboor. her name is Elizabeth Sue Walker, she sounds like a nice girl.the other people seem okay. i like to come at night, when the moon light reflects off youre door. and it feels nice to lay in your spot. i talk to you about stuff you normaly wouldnt care about, but you never responed.but before i leave i kiss your door and lay a rose on your bed.