this old house
with all it's unexplored corners
creaky stairs
dirty cellar floor
and all it's ghosts
all so new
waiting for stories
this new house
with boxes stashed away
filled with the old
new things
now stowed away to get old
to be revealed, one day
these rooms
where i've learned so much
lost so much
felt alive
love was left behind
when i came here
new love
waited to be found
but hasn't caught the glance of my eye
nor skipped my beating heart
though i've tried
these rooms have seen how i've tried
Thanks to deejaybee for challenging me to write this! Go check her stuff out. It is awesomeness.
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PoetryWhat words cannot say, they sometimes do. This a collection (ongoing...) of thoughts and fears and joys and worries. Some of the things in here you may have experienced or encountered before. Some you may not have ever witnessed or thought of. Pl...
