Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories

not a home

The paint is chipping off the walls,

This house hasn’t been painted in years.

This house is the house that houses all my fears,

This is the house that was somehow never there.

The floors are kinda dirty, the stained wood is kinda old,

The house wasn’t much lived in, then it was sold.

There's a swing in the backyard and there's that rickety white fence,

This house could be a home, but probably only in past tense.