This Place Poem by Jesse Struwig

This place where the sun sets, memories seems to arise

This place where I work, is the place used to build for you

This place where I find happyness, use to be the happiness with you

This place when I look around, is the harsh reminder of what we use to be

This place, those long nights, will always have an enchantment on my heart and soul

This place where you and I were, use to be a save haven, protecting our hearts

This place where I came, weekend in and weekend out, protecting our souls

This place once warm, now cold, seems to light up the forbidden secret, which flames my passion

This place so busy, so noisy, never seems to know the flickering silence of inspiration it still has

This place when I looked at you with new eyes the first time, who would have known it would end up with the last

This place once a future, now only my past

This place I use to call home... Now only a memory...

16: 20 18 May 2012