Yellow House

There was this yellow house
and it had a red door
someone used to live there
but they don't live there anymore

in one room in that house
there was writing on the wall
but now all that writings gone
somone erased it all

to someone, somewhere
that yellow house is in the past
but it's also the same place
where they were happy last

I believe 1808
were the numbers in the front
but it was kinda small
and an ugly house to want

but still, I guess...
to somebody it was home
okay this is getting retarded,
so, I'm done with this poem.