Home is were you arent

White fragile walls,
Hold all my sighs
Black envy doors
Hold all your lies
The floors hold secrets
None should speak
The windows hold smiles
Far out of your reach
The ceiling holds nightmares
That slowly crept away
The mirrors hold laughs
To start a new day
The pictures hold thoughts
Only one knew
The tables hold stories
Far out of view
The lights hold sharing
Only she can hold
You call this place lost
We call this place home

Reviews

[VintageHottie]

OMG...
This is beautiful!!
"The ceiling holds nightmares
That slowly crept away
The mirrors hold laughs
To start a new day"
I loved these lines!! There is so much strength in this poem!!
I couldn't find a thing wrong with it!