This House In Which I Live

This is my first poem. please leave comments :D

 

" This House In Which I Live" By All Good Things End

 

 This House In Which I Live

Has Nothing More To Give

The Dreams I Dream

The Walls Colored Cream

This House I'll Forever Vive

 

Each Morning That I Wake Up

I See A Blackned Coffee Cup

In This I Fill

A Tasty Thrill

And I Sometimes Hiccup

 

Onto This House I Give My Love

As If It is A Silken Glove

Ill Walk On Home

With A Pocket Comb

And Think Of God Up Above

 

 

 

Author's Note

Ignore grammer problems please. Comment Too :D

Reviews

[Tree Bark]

i lub the rhymes and the details :D