A Wall
You are a wall when a person walks,
They fascinate you like they are in a museum,
Minute, Hour, Days, Months, and Years of looking at you,
Then they left finding something more interesting.
Another walks by again,
Is it an acquaintance, friend, or might be a relationship?
It first glances at you for any seconds, minutes, or hours,
then they left finding something more interesting.
Another one but it is a potential one,
A supposed to be forever friend or relationship
But nature's calls, it was sent back home
Hoping to find another again, because it only took one chance.
A potential one,
A hopping chance,
A hoping bright colours,
A hope of painting the wall.
The wall is pale with a lot of cracks
The wall is broken but never sightless,
The hope of waiting to be paint is running thin,
The wall is so small to be paint, then it accepts.