I just broke my own heart.
Peculiar Company
If I had a house
I would call it a home
If there was a mouse
I would leave it alone
Late at night it would bite
and nibble and fight
In the morning it was gone
and I'd all alone
again
Every night I would wait
and it'd come at me with hate
But then it would go home
and I'd be left on my own
again
I would wait every night but this time with cheese
it'd come rushing with hate but it seemed very pleased
But in the morning it was gone
and I'd be alone
again
It was now less hostile so I gave it a bow
But the very next night it did not show
So here I was at home
very much alone
again
It was getting weird so i began to look around
I looked in its hole and sobbed to what I found
I was at home
left on my own
again
until the end
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