~Yellow Room~

Ruthy Faith
Copyright 2000

There’s a room
In a house
That I used to live in
In my dreams.

It’s a simple room-
Small and pale.
Well, it looks simple enough,

But there’s a curse
On this room
That I lived in
(In my dreams)

You can go there alone
As much as you like.
But never go there looking for love,
Or the making of it.

You won’t find it.
A gas station in the middle of nowhere
Is as close as you’’ll come.
Trust me-the yellow room is cursed.

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