There's a house that's
dark and dreary
next to mine. Mother
says no to go to
that house,
but my friends dared
me to.
So I did.
I creeped
and the stairs crack.
I let out a yelp
and the floor lets out a moan.
Then I think I started
to understand the house.
It's hurting and
lonely.
I get it now.
So I went inside braver
than before
where I met an old man
who smiled at me tenderly and grateful.
He told me, "Welcome."
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
