House Of Nostalgia

You were lost in the deep,dark forest.
Trying to find the way back home fast.
And all hope was slowly lost.

Suddenly,it began to rain.
And you hear the wind whisper your name.
You look for shelter,there you see.

A haunted house,empty,avaible for thee.
You take a closer look.
Few steps closer ,you began to look.

With its old,broken windows.
Creaking,open doors.
Old,red carpet.

And fancy,wooden floors.
And empty,luxurious halls.
It looked really old, a century or two.

And it's said to have ghosts,too.
Alas,you had no other option.
You walk carefully inside.

Only to be met with a familiar scent.
Like old,melted wax.
On top of the wooden,old racks.

The smell gives you nostalgia.
No,you cannot believe.
That this is where you got to be.

You remember this place from your childhood.
When you were young,worry free.
As you played dolls with your friend,Emily.

Soon,you realise.
This is your childhood home,you widen your eyes.
Suddenly,you snap out of this trance.

A ghost appears before you.
You are terrified,but give her a chance.
With a warm,greeting smile.

Emily,is that you?
A face you haven't seen in a while.
You catch up,old and new.

Despite her being a ghost,a ghoul.
You are no longer scared.
And you recognize her from the south avenue.

You used to be friends.
You grew up,and had to make amends.
Her crafty hands,her blue eyes.

As kids,you used to watch the skies.
Singing childhood is forever.
She tells you her name.

Childhood,the wind whispers.
For you are not alone.
And you feel back at home.

And you recognize that name.
It's something often with a lot of fame.
Like the good ,old days.

Playing with friends on hot,summer days.
We remembered them in so many ways.
Even though we grew up and separated ways.