The place you fall to.

This land,

Was colourful, and full of dreams

The colour has been ripped out - it's turned black and white.

 

This world,

Was full of freinds, to tell your secrets.

These new secrets hurt too much to share.

 

This world,

had fire; had songs, had tents and holidays

They're still there, but shrouded in the wish not to return.

 

This world,

Was light, was laughter and baking. 

It was joy and sharing, was love and care.

This world is empty now.

 

I'm from the place you fall,

when your young enough to live in a dreamworld in the sky

and someone pulls the rug from beneath you feet.

 

 

 

 

 

The End

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