The Living Room

by Cantchangeme   Jun 9, 2004


The living rooms dark
The living rooms fun
The living rooms wants
A grave built for one

This isn’t me
You lend me your eyes
I still can’t see
You’re just too perfect
This can’t be
And now without you
I can’t breathe

Now I go to my safe place
And you’ll go there too
Inside we breathe safe again
Just me and you

Living room
Hurts
Living room
Cry’s
Blood soaked
Shirts
Living room
Cry’s

But now you’re ashamed
You lost who you were
I’m not sure I ever was
And my minds a blur

He’s dirt
He’s fake
That’s what you assume
But all I ever wanted
Was some living room?

The living room bleeds
It bleeds you for fun
And it is reserved
only for one

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  • 19 years ago

    by Dani Ward

    great poem, i understand

  • 19 years ago

    by Sean Allen

    "living rooms" should have an apostrophe, "cry's" should be "cries". I think "lend" should be "lent" but I'm not sure. This has something to do with er... lost love I think? I think the living room was supposed to be a safe and happy place for you, until this person came along, and you shared the room with them, and as the person became bad the room did too, but my interpretation might be WAY off. Ah well, lol, I think i'd prefer if I didn't know if I was right or wrong.

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