4 walls,
Surround me,
They know,
They've seen,
If these,
Walls could talk,
Oh the things they'd say,
The secrets they'd expose.
They could recite,
The words I whispered to myself,
Late at night,
When everything wasn't alright,
They'd tell you many things,
How I lash out at myself,
How I cry when a hurtful memory,
Comes to my mind.
But walls can't talk,
They never will,
No conversation,
They could ever fill.
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Book of Poetry
PoetryBits and pieces of the poetry I write every now and then. Enjoy! ✨3rd Place Winner of "The April Showers Poetry Awards" hosted by @thespiceawards✨
