Staring at walls

June 2, 2010
Blank walls, waiting for
beauty. Tape, putty, tacks; No
awe there. Wait for it.

I write, you in mind.
Long walks, singing in my room.
Picnics at the park.

Scraps of nostalgic
value. Unusual blooms.
A poem for you.

The wall, no longer
blank, white, or bare. Memories
cloak the emptiness

Join the Discussion

This article has 2 comments. Post your own now!

Aderes18 said...
Jun. 9, 2011 at 2:31 pm

Sweet. :)

Reminded me of my true love. :)

IamtheshyStargirl replied...
Jun. 13, 2011 at 3:55 pm
Awwwww, I think that may just be one of the best comments I've ever gotten :)
Site Feedback