Shady House
I can't quite remember
the time before I moved.
Not the exact shade of
purple my walls were-
maybe dark purple, lilac,
maybe as light as white.
I can't remember the
exact type of flooring-
was it tile? Wood?
Carpet? All of them?
What color was the
floor? Red? Grey?
Black? Brown?
One thing I know
that I remember for sure-
the neighborhood.
The neighborhood was
the shadiest group of
houses I've ever
encountered.
And so was the house.
I think. I can't
remember.
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Poetry for the Emotional Teenager
PoetryGroup Poems: The Child's Dream, Why, Gone, Piece by Piece, 16 Directions to My Home All poems written by me. Group poems written by me and the JBA Writer's Craft class of 2015. Please do not steal my work. This is plagiarism and I will call you out...