Houses

~ My first poem! In this poem I am comparing two vastly different people by looking at them as houses. This idea came to me one night strolling the peaceful streets of London and admiring the pleasant homes. I thought, "People are a lot like houses" and the idea was born! I hope you enjoy this poem!~

Houses

If you were a house

I suppose you’d be a grand mansion

With countless rooms, all empty at a glimpse

A once glistening chandelier in the great dining hall

Your golden wall paper peeling at the corners

Gloomy beds naked of sheets

The grim stairwell groaning with sickness

Like a gross dying man

Your gruesome windows shattered, your giant doors boarded

People don't come near in fear of your ghosts

If I were a home

I’d be rather small

and overgrown with lilies

I’d have a lovely little porch lit by lanterns

My long walls painted lavender

A plump love seat inside, scented with the perfume of lust

A record player would hum lullabies into the halls

Like the light of angels

Smoke would lift from my chimney

My lonely mailbox remaining empty