Lets built a house together.
And fill it with our thoughts.
Scribble poems on the walls.
Hang pictures of our experiences,
Throughout the winter,spring,summer and fall.
Place our broken hearts as ornaments on the mantelpiece.
We will sit in the porch.
And let the storms in our minds to cease.
Plant seeds of hope into the garden.
And let them fruit into flowers full of songs.
Fill the pool with the stories from the ocean's breeze.
I tell you!
It is a home of our writings.
A place where we hide,
Unfinished prose and stories.
The roof whispers secrets to the moonlight.
The sky rains with inspiration.
The falling raindrops splashes against the windowpane,
Telling the story of their journey.
In the study room,
I sit looking at the blank paper.
And spilled ink.
Reading this silent prose.
I start to write about my feelings,
Mixed with the scent of roses.
I write pages after pages of
Our shared memories.
Travelling through the past.
The words are lifted to the ceiling.
They settle there.
All because I suddenly have a writers block.
Just like the magnificent glow of the chandelier.
The words above me,
Are shining with such happiness and tears.
The house...now a home of my poetry,
Is a part of my unwritten story.
It's been a while since I posted something. Hope you guys like it.
I'm tired. :D