My Heart
Cassie Plett
My heart is an old house.
Oh how beautiful it was so long ago!
Walls fresh with white paint and sunflower yellow trimming the door.
The sweet smell of lavender and the sound of laughter filling the air!
That was once upon a time.
My heart is an old house.
My heart is an old house.
Stormy weather has faded the paint and warped the wood.
The windows have shattered and the lights have burnt out.
The bed is broken and the sheets are stained.
My heart is an old house.
My heart is an old house.
Outside a rusted swing set creaks in the wind.
A tattered baby doll lies on the floor.
Her body pierced by glass from the fallen pictures of loved ones
that once adorned the walls.
My heart is an old house.
My heart is an old house.
An indestructible wall guards it,
Built by both lifeless and callous hands.
Only, my house is still intruded upon,
And it is I who cannot escape.
Cassie Plett
My heart is an old house.
Oh how beautiful it was so long ago!
Walls fresh with white paint and sunflower yellow trimming the door.
The sweet smell of lavender and the sound of laughter filling the air!
That was once upon a time.
My heart is an old house.
My heart is an old house.
Stormy weather has faded the paint and warped the wood.
The windows have shattered and the lights have burnt out.
The bed is broken and the sheets are stained.
My heart is an old house.
My heart is an old house.
Outside a rusted swing set creaks in the wind.
A tattered baby doll lies on the floor.
Her body pierced by glass from the fallen pictures of loved ones
that once adorned the walls.
My heart is an old house.
My heart is an old house.
An indestructible wall guards it,
Built by both lifeless and callous hands.
Only, my house is still intruded upon,
And it is I who cannot escape.
1 comment:
Wow! life does takes it toll on us. I guess we have to learn how to continue living in the home/heart as time goes on, and things go bad.
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