Memories

Memories, Memories fill this house.
These walls hold a billion secrets.
Telling stories..the longest stories ever told.
Longer than any book Ive ever read.
These walls talk.
Haunting..
Sharing..
Taunting..
Reminding.
Reminding me of all the memories that reside here.
Driving me crazy, every time I step foot in here.
Yet, I always come back.
I just keep coming back.. torturing myself.
And for what reason?
Poison.
This house is poison but, I'm in love with it.
These memories make me feel.
A scar that you just keep reopening.
Just to remember, just to feel...
I could go on forever..

Author's Note

Another one I wrote a while back while I was away.

Reviews

[lifethroughwords]

i like this i often feel trapped in the past as well and nostalgia can be painful

[Not Your Typical New Yo..]

Houses do hold secrets. I think that's where the idea of "evil" houses come from, that the house have somehow come to life because of the people's secrets trapped in its walls. Most houses are haunted, mostly by the memories of their owners. I like the concept