I am from two house...
two places forced to call my own
I am from empty silent rooms
and rooms of life and love
I am from cold floors and tall walls
comfy couches and handmade blankets
I am from dark closets and covers nice and warm
I'm from the empty swing in the yard
I am from my mother's arms, so loving and strong
But from my father's hands, so rough and large
I am from laughter and fun
but hatred and screams
I'm from kisses and hugs
and pins to a wall
I'm from sit down and shut up
but I love you and smile
I'm from hearing footsteps running on the floor
I'm from pinning a chair to lock the door
I'm from hearing a music box playing it's melody
I'm from smelling the scent of my mother's coffee
Where I am from, it's a little hard to tell
For one house was a home
And the other was hell
i like this poem it says alot abou thow you live and how you feel abot it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
babe i love you =] always remember that lol you really are an amzing poet