poet Little Star

Little Star

The House Still A Home

I carve my own dreams
Refuting some truths
Behind many lies
Making possible
The hopeless tries

I refuse to drown in sadness
Though eyes are still
In hurting tears
I stand to be brave
To deceive my own fears

I need to be strong
To protect my only home
A house that now rests
On a single pillar
Where children smiles still roam

Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 16, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, March 12, 2011

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  • Joe Smith (6/17/2007 1:20:00 AM)


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