White Walls

White Walls

A Poem by TinaSummer

TIs 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

© 2015 TinaSummer


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Added on December 24, 2015
Last Updated on December 24, 2015