If my house could speak
Its walls would tell a tale
Of the life of a family
Children young and frail
The foundations had watched
Life, death, happiness, and pain
The roof remembers
Its owners dancing in the rain
The staircase recalls
A few nast falls
Because of being slammed too much
The doors remember nothing at all
Such a strange family
The house would have thought
But over the years
Its heart must have been caught
And still it lives on
Mouth tightly closed
What's the whole story?
No one really knows.
This was still a good peice, though. I liked it ^_^