The room

Looking out the window,
The glass cracked and creaked,
Then the room started speaking,
Telling stories to me,
"The walls all lie.",
Said the ceilng to the floor,
"I know." Whispered the carpet,
"I heard the knob tell the door.",
The portal popped open squeaking,
Why are you all eavesdropping !?!",
My eyebrow raised like
"None of you should be talking..."
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Posted: Apr 2013
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cameal6
awa if houses had ears and walls could talk what hidden secrets they could tell. Liked your poem
madtat29
Thanks Jesse cheers
madtat29
That's right cameal and to be a fly on one of those walls !
wine
cameal6
and the stories the fly could telldunno
shadow1950
some houses have reams and reams of tales to tell you capture that so well great write Tony ty for sharing
teddybear bouquet gift hug kiss wine
darkhorse555
nicely penned i like the stylethumbs up cheers
madtat29
Ty shadowwine
madtat29
right on darkhorse appreciate the comment brocheers
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