COLOR OF OUTDOORS

think of me like a house

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 12/07/2017

think of me like a house
with a hundred compact rooms
filled with antiques and broken mirrors
the bones are still good
think of me like a house
with mismatched chairs
and vaulted ceilings
my height is my advantage
think of me like a house
where you hold your love for safe keeping
where your secrets stay within the walls
i peel them off like wallpaper
think of me like a home
where we are safe
and gloriously free

M.

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