A Poem of Sorts.

[adrianna89]

The spiral staircases no longer lead to kitchens,
But the room is still cluttered as before.
No longer do glowing paintings dance around my dreams,
But drawings depict the ancient times of love.
No sprials on the ceiling and no guitars against the wall,
No reclining chairs at desks and no bath signs in the hall,
And though it may look bland its the profoundest thing of all.

I don't know. It's just off the top of my head.

<3