Security, safety, strip me then redecorate me to for fill your good intention
Of making me fit in with your silly picture of perfection
I hold your secrets as i watch with my time telling eyes, watch the world go past as i sit silently as a spy
And recall of people entering, leaving,returning
The fire place, some candles and tension burning
As i sit silently as a spy observing while your out there witness the world turning and i have my own world;
Here in these halls i am the structure, the god keeping my universe, your house, up strong: i am your walls,
I watch you and all the other little people come and populate my galaxy with starry eyes, high hopes and 'the families been travelling lately and i'm by my self'
I get to witness first hand your passion for the furniture, earl grey tea and your book shelf;
The book shelf, holding old fairy tale and rhyme, completely outdated in a blizzard of modernness, a dinosaur for its time, run your finger along, count to ten, same old book, you'll read it again,.
I watch, look over your shoulder and intrude but you would never know because to you I'm just a frame to the Egyptian tomb full of your gems that I'm nothing compared to
Use me, abuse me, put me up for sale and make people threaten to choose me and reuse me and the cycle continues and i gain another family to observe, my interior another stain, more bad ego more lies more tongues and more vibes, another birth, death, marriage and generation that i am responsible to protect in my halls
Because i am your safety, security your safe place and 1 am phone calls
I am more that a brick display, i am your walls.
YOU ARE READING
S T Ø V E T E
Poetry✿a collection of poems i have written that share similar similarities, not the best of my work, not the worst; just a little bit støvete✿
