Regret-missing you

Regret
The house
Stolen memories
weeping inside the walls
Calling the name of the owner
The name of the wanted

the windows broken
ash lying on the carpets
furniture useless and bruised
All lost in the time of immaturity

you are walking there on messy steps
treading on the secrets untold
and dirty

Those hurts and lonely ceilings dont mean life..
But Im proud of silence
Im proud of dead thoughts living still...