Glossy floor

Stopping the car two blocks away

Two blocks away from home

From the home smelling to apple pies

Green broken glass

Whenever I move no matter if spinning around

Broken glass all over the glossy floor

Stopping the car no phone call

No soothing phone call no love words

No words to convince me it’s the right move tonight

Translucent bottle or water glass

Whenever I reach out

Broken glass all over the candy floor

Stopping the car at the parking spot

Refusing still to get inside the house

The house, my house that smells still to apple pie

The house I still somehow feel like mine

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