Four WallsA Poem by oh, honey
They aren't actually walls
But they feel like it They somehow always touch But not like us And in a few, I realized I wasn't meant you That smile, Was meant for someone else Ever since then I tried to forget That bright smile of yours But the truth is I never really forgot. © 2016 oh, honeyAuthor's Note
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