White WallsA Poem by TinaSummerTIs funny how you don't paint over the stains after we fight they just sit there on your white walls I know how much you love them how they bring memories of the good Ol' days I remember the faded red stain the first fight we had I spilt my wine we laughed after it wouldn't come out I hope you're happy in your little white painted walls I hope you never change I wish the best for you and your white painted walls
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Added on December 24, 2015 Last Updated on December 24, 2015 Author
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