Moving
Mood: I have no clue :]
Listening to: Shania Twain
A few months have passed,
slowly slipping out of grasp,
The home i got comfortable with,
will soon be just an acquaintance,
just a simple pleasure i once knew,
just a shelter where I once grew.
The days are nearing,
No more birds will i be hearing,
Goodbye my old country life,
Goodbye my old life rife of strife,
But Hello to my new so called city,
I'm sure there will be many pleasures you bring me.
My new house will be different,
it probably would give me less resent,
It's definately smaller and the flavor is rosy,
But the rooms are way bigger and the house is more cozy.
My dad & brother share the bigger one
and just a little to the left,
My room is the smaller of the two,
Thankfully not to small and not to heft.
