Walking through my soul like a real estate agent
trying to figure out how anyone could be the owner...
Absorbing my scent, trying to figure out why my estate is such a loner.
I feel you inside of me ,gently pulling back the curtains... trying
To discover the roots to my two-story building…
I know you wondering in your mind... why this house leans to one side.....I wish He
would answer that....send out the repairmen...the communication
lines are down..and there's a thin line between love and hate
The waters pipes are broken and leaking all over the place....
it's truly an emergency case....the value of this house is dying by the day
Guess I'll open the window to my soul, so you can get a closer look….
There's no flowers blooming in my garden…but you can still smell the roses
