Whispers on the wall,
Worst story of all,
Her velvet prose promised a perfect ending
Now, left to waste,
There are no more words or talk
Only whispers from the walls
Our love's in frames
It was never meant to last.
I opened old receipts and mourned the past
Third, Fourth, Last Choice
I could hear the world outside my door
No invitations or cards sent, so I
Spent Friday nights talking to walls
Broken picture frames and dusty photographs
Line decrepit walls where memories fade
Years passed, and time went on
Zero messages, no returned calls
The writing's on the wall
They didn't want her at all
Velvet prose, her secret promise
A Happily Ever After marred by time
Broken picture frames (but our love's in frames)
Zero messages or calls
Whispers on the wall
They didn't want her at all.
YOU ARE READING
In Frames
General FictionPoem about lost friendships over the years, because that's a lovely way to start your day. :D I recently got a purple pen and decided it'd be fun to incorporate it into a work of mine. So, shout out to my pen for this
