Our House

Usually when I write poetry it's just me trying to kill time and keep my brain occupied, so I rarely bother writing it down. I really liked this though, so I spent more time than usual making sure it was good enough to put to paper.

When I tried to build our house

I built it upside down,

On land that I paid too much for

In the worst part of town.

The neighbors laughed when they saw

Our basement above the ground,

And when I finally finished painting,

The walls were scuffed and brown

With dead flowers in the garden,

I kept working without a clue,

But you swore you loved it anyway,

Because I built it all for you.