Its midnight, and I'm young, and I'm writing on my walls.
I feel as free as I can.
These walls hold so much history,
But none as rich as my own.
Maybe I'll miss these four walls when I abandon them.
They've seen me at my worst, but never at my best.
But nevertheless, I think they'll hold a lot of memories of me.
This place is like a temple to me.
Everything I love has a place here.
I hope these walls don't forget these years.
Pep
6-23-20
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Poems From The Soul
PoésieThese are poems I have written about things that have happened to inspire me. Things that make me truly full of joy.
