Aisha Love

Rookie (5-25-93 / Baltimore)

The House - Poem by Aisha Love

The house I see everyday
I watch it with every step I take.
The house thats filled with joy
is now filled with sorrow.
The house surrounded with mockingbirds
is now surrounded by crows.
A house fit for a wedding
is now fit for a funeral.
In the summer it looks like a fantasy
but now that its winter it looks like a sad movie.
A house filled with hurt, grief, and death
will no longer be happiness and life.
Now I no longer watch this house with joy
I pass by as if it never existed.
The house I always dreamed to have
has finally..... vanished.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Raveendran . (12/1/2007 8:33:00 PM)

    Yet, Love lives in there! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011


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