I write more than just romance and here's something I wrote a few months ago. I'd appreciate it if you felt like giving me some feedback:
The house on the hill
The house on the hill is getting harder to see,
Through the cloud of fog it’s barely visible.
I’m no longer sure if it still sits there,
Or if the outline I see is my imagination.
Regardless of how fast I run,
How hard I push
The distance never lessens.
The house is just as far away today as every day before.
It used to be a bright and shiny beacon,
So warm and inviting,
Lit from within.
The dream of a happy home
And a true love
Once so sure
Now a distant dream.
One by one the lights have gone away,
Until nothing remains
But a remote outline
And dashed hopes...
And I’m not sure that’s even real.
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