If my walls could talk
They would have a lot to say
A lot secrets
A lot of pain
They've seen all of my vulnerable states
They served as my safe place
They've seen me at my worst
Crying so hard,
that my lungs could burst
Thoughts poisoning my mind
Made me think I could never be whole
That I won't even find the passion,
I was born to find
Saw me trying to seek hope and failing
Seemed like whatever light I had left, was sailing
Sailing away, far away
But they've also heard my laughs
My jumps of joy,
over the small things
Because I know I've finally found my hope
The hope for something better
The hope that kept going
The hope that kept me alive
Boy if my walls could talk,
They would have a beautiful story to tell
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My Freelancing Poems {Discontinued}
Thơ caSo this will be a poem book that I will update weekly. There are requests open if you want me to write you a poem about a certain topic. There will also be themes that I will follow. I just have to think of them first. Just DM me if you want a req...
