Colors of the wall

by Avrii Monrielle   Jun 27, 2005


I always feel this prescence
When I just touch the wall
Do you feel it?
Its like when you're moving
The rooms are empty
You stand in the middle of one
On the wooden boards
The house feels so...magical again
You just feel like its new
You need to go though
No one likes leaving
No one will too
Its going to hurt and be painful
But it will always remember you
This house I live in...
Is over 50 years old
It seems to work wonderful
I can hear the ghosts
Creeping around
In the dark,slivering light of the night time
I seem to hear it calling
So peaceful
I will remember feeling empty
But this house is special
It will be....
When I have to move
Each color on the wall
Stands for a simple thing
Baby food....
Blood from running my hand into the wall..
That science expirement...
The picture where I just left holes in the wall
Because my friend moved
From a house like this
She only left me this picture
And I treasure it forever
Here's another color in the wall....
Where when I first moved in I would color with crayons
I hope it lasts....
Here's where I checked how tall I was.
It's been a year
I think I grew more than 8 inches
I just...
Think when I leave...
This place will be empty.

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  • 18 years ago

    by midnight♥lullibys

    very good...in a couple places the rhyme seemed a bit forced but other than that it was great so 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Rachel

    Beautiful... I love it!

  • 18 years ago

    by Brookeღ

    Very creative idea! Well done! ~Brooke~