A rundown place where we used to go
The rusted Ferris wheel barely stands
Tipping a little on the snowy ground
Ice collected on the glass windows
Bare naked trees sway in the light breeze
Dry and dirty from years of neglect
Brushes' overgrowing the amusement park rides
Painted orange under the sunset
I walk alone through this forgotten place
Not feeling the cold
Or anything at all for that matter
And remember the love I once felt for this place
Though everyone left
And nobody cared
I will never forget










