The White House (One direction story)
Listen while reading the prologue…
Dreams left behind in their own nightmare.
Plastic drapery dances among the stale air.
Dust clings to floorboards where shadows are shy;
where light can’t reach the glimpse of an eye.
Even portraits rest on bent nails in a stare.
Secrets spill out of the walls through their wear.
Screams once heard in the night to declare,
a piece of mind to hold onto and a place to reside
Dreams left behind.
The air is cold and damp with prayer
Eating away at supports not readily prepared.
Stairs bow from the weight of goodbyes,
waiting for the rush of a longing reply.
Broken windows unashamed by the passing of errors.
Dreams left behind….
What will happen when this house gets trespassed by boys and girls? What secrets get revealed? What secrets get told? Will they all survive? or will they all die?
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