these walls have heard more than i can say
they've heard the loud voices and the cries
the hopeful sobs of help turned wrong
the begs for it to stop
the happy intervals in between
where no one knows what's happening
the silence and ignorance
all in one
the distraught walls
keeping in the secrets
painting a perfect picture
if only they could see
the downfall of who we are
if they decided to let our secrets out
everyone would know we are a fraud
oh i hope the walls know the power they hold
they stay hushed up
no one will find out
no one can know
we are happy i say
we are hopeful
this isn't the end
not today
YOU ARE READING
☀︎︎the fallen stars and her flowers☀︎︎
Poetryi guess it's poetry? i could say most of these are pent up feelings
