Noveyre

Flowers on the Wallpaper

Flowers on the wallpaper 

watched the days go by 

saw the sallow clouds caper 

across the pallid skies 

 

and thunder loud like wailing sounds

on plains wherein lays a house 

quiet, waiting and still it stays 

assessing for a judgement call 

 

to leave or lie where it\'s always been 

the ghosts in the walls, they can\'t decide 

the picture frames are torn and dim 

and the tchotchkes try and hide 

 

wind like murder, molesting the house 

tearing apart a millionaire\'s worth 

of moments and memories and happier things 

waylaid now to history 

 

just grass, just ground, all of that is all that remains 

of the lovely house on the plains 

 

that is, until, the architect came, 

with papers and pens and a blueprint to frame.